Following my script.
Hiding my hate.
Doing this,
Every day.
Ive made myself think,
That i do care for you,
I care so much,
I'd spit on your grave.
I am the pretender.
And home is my stage.
My happiness is a script.
And our relationship,
Is a twisted game.
YOU ARE READING
Daddy crushed my only dream
PoetryA collection of poems written for my father and the pain he has put me through. He isnt a bad father. I love him. Maybe sometimes thats what kills me, love.
