What’s the point in being angry?
I know you will blame me.
What’s the point of telling you I’m angry?
I know you’ll do it again.
What’s the point in asking for apologies?
I know you aren’t sorry.
What’s the point in bringing anything up?
I know you’ll deny it.
I know you’ll keep lying to me.
I know I’ll believe you.
I know I’ll blame myself.
But I really do know its not entirely my fault.
Why do you lie to me Mom?
Why do you lie to me Dad?
Why?
What did I do to you?
Why do you let me hate myself?
