There’s A Reason I Don’t Answer Your Calls
For those six years,
You knew of the abuse.
You sat back and watched.
I guess you were amused.
I know you never wanted to be a mother.
You just wanted friends you could control.
Friends who understood your pain as if it was their own.
Well, here I am.
In the flesh,
With skin so cold.
I am a product of your making,
And of your neglect.