The Circle

The Circle

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" To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment" - Ralph Waldo Emenson Taking in my surroundings, I quickly realise that I'm outside his front door, the whole journey to his place is nothing but vague to me but what I'm definitely sure about is that I'm about to lose all the self respect I've spent the past two weeks trying to retrieve. " ...Hey" I open my eyes at the sound of his voice without realising I had closed them to begin with and the moment we lock eyes I realise what a mistake it is for me to be here and how I could never deny anything he asks of me. I'm hit by the familiar smell of the ocean and for some that just makes me want to be in his presence even more and like always I surrender to those emotions. I quickly look past him towards the main entrance to see if anyone was inside, as a way to distract myself. Lord knows I needed it and it would not be a huge shock to me considering how we left off things, two weeks ago. " ...Hi Bandile" I respond hoping I wouldn't hate myself too much tomorrow morning.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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