he always cared about presenting perfect appearances….
but he never cared long enough for my own disappearances…
put me on a shelf only to control every thought and action…
but he wouldn’t even blink when he cut me into a million tiny fractions….
he raised me to believe I only was worth what I could give to him in his selfish ways…
never once did he hesitate and wonder if what he was doing to his family was okay…
but I don’t say this to stay in the past, it’s just an explanation of why I can’t trust anyone’s true intentions….
if acting the part was his ambition…he’d be in the ranks of honorable mention…
everything to him was a game…
so when I think back on his “love” the feeling I’m left with is never the same…
