but theres already something wrong.
I have ten fingers and toes and a tiny nose
that might not have ever been seen
you created me
you made me
and already you hate me
why ?
mummy cares
and was willing to share
but you want it all for yourself
why ?
your touch is cold as you hold me
even through the first blanket of warmth I've felt
I can't see your face
I can't make out detail
but I know I just don't believe your smile
how can you feel pride and anything good toward me when you tried to kill me through mummy ?
you've already set my mode to mummy's girl
thank you daddy you've taught me to hate already
but i know that feeling won't stay long
now please, put me back in mummy's arms and leave
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