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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