A/N - This could be a trigger, no offence is intended x
It's a cruel game,
They play on my desires,
I always fall for it.
They trick me,
They pretend to be kind,
They lure me out with false pretences,
I believe them - every time
It's always a trap.
I'm defenceless against it,
They exploit my weaknesses,
My intelligence,
My vulnerability.
It's all an act,
They got what they wanted,
I fell for it again.
When will I ever lean my lesson?
But I'm too young,
I have no option.
They are my parents.
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