it's with fear in my heart.
Not a child's love.
I remember touch.
Holidays don't matter.
Nor Christmas meals,
or celebrations.
It's the behind closed doors
that lingers.
You haven't given me
everything I needed.
You weren't a good person
cause I wasn't safe.
You were only well behaved
in front of an audience.
In the end,
all you are is a mask.
You won't do anything
if it doesn't benefit.
A good reputation
doesn't erase my memories.
They still keep me up at night.
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