(no subject)
You only care about me on your terms. You only want me your way. Nothing I am, nothing I feel, nothing I care about is of any concern of yours, unless you can use me to benefit yourself.
How can you?
How can you do it to me?
How can you then look me in the eye and expect me to be happy, to understand?
You knew already, how I would feel, how I would react. You knew how much it would hurt. But you didn't care.
You got your way, after all. It was of benefit to you, so what do I matter, right? After all, I'll understand. Or at the least I'll forgive you.
And I will, too.
I have to.
But at times like this, it's hard to call you mother.
How can you?
How can you do it to me?
How can you then look me in the eye and expect me to be happy, to understand?
You knew already, how I would feel, how I would react. You knew how much it would hurt. But you didn't care.
You got your way, after all. It was of benefit to you, so what do I matter, right? After all, I'll understand. Or at the least I'll forgive you.
And I will, too.
I have to.
But at times like this, it's hard to call you mother.