You were meant to look after me,
nurture and protect me.
Instead, your anger would burst out at me, engulf me, until all that was left was the salt from my tears.
Who’s fault was it? Did I enrage you that much?
You could not hear me, believe me, all I wanted was your love.
But you knew better, where better, did better.
I was nothing, no one, and worthless.
I did not matter, it was you who really called the shots.
Tried to mould me to be like you, never accepted me for who I was.
I would never be like you, see you, or believe in you.
I would no longer be your puppet, I am me, accept it as you see.