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Still The Same


We met up as 4 years. You didn't say I look beautiful like dad's do. You just looked at me, with your eyes that pretended to be the one who was hurt. You looked at me with manipulation behind your eyes. You took advantage of me, got information about home when I wasn't supposed to tell you. You looked me in the eye, and lied. "There was never a non-molestation order against me" You're lying and I know it. Mum has the physical paperwork. How could you meet up with your daughter after 4 years, and take advantage of her? Manipulate and lie to her face? You said you want to be in my life again. But you were never in it the right way to begin with.
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