I seen the way he looked at her and the way he looked at me
I’ve seen the love he feels for her and the disgust he has for me
I wonder sometimes what was so wrong with me that he couldn’t see that when he seen her it was just as if he was looking at ME
If only I could speak without fear only i wasn’t so twisted if only I was pretty if only he looked at me
If only I would express my self without pen and paper if only I didn’t wear my past
The fact my father sent me down this path the idea that someone could deal with so much it’s laughable so go ahead and laugh
I’ve seen the man who created me treat my mother so cruel that it’s been embedded in my soul
I look at everything everyone else is doing wrong cause then I don’t have to face my own faults
He … Oh he …he seen it from the start and that is why he looks at her with so much love in his heart
When he looks at me he can see my scars and see there is no fixing me I’m damaged to the core and it’s my own doing
I’ve let my own demons control me to the point I’ve cut out my own heart because the truth is he never loved me from the start
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