It’s a different mindset when I’m all alone.
My voice now taking a softer, more kind temperament and tone.
I’m like any other, carrying both my scars and memories.
To be perfectly honest, I’m ashamed of those nights where I cared for a little too much Hennessy.
I didn’t have a problem until I did…escaping from the shadows I created.
A girl who was still trying to find her worth in others, always left under rated.
My father…I talk about him so many times, hoping the hurt will subside.
Back then, I would have given anything to have him see me when all he wanted was for the real me to hide.
Impressive titles and ranks, across his folded arms and gaze.
But he only wanted me when I remained mindless and amazed.
Tell me I was the daughter you hoped I would be.
It killed me to pretend I loved the image you held of me.
