The Friday Tragedies
Today reminds me of you.
Would it be wrong to say I never want to see you again?
I don’t understand why you left like that.
You’re last words to me a torrent a pain.
You called me a liar.
Called me untrustworthy.
I don’t even want you to trust me.
I know you never will.
You never stopped to think that maybe I wasn’t lying.
If you stepped off your pedastal maybe you would notice
how much you hurt me.
My smiles made of hypocrisy.
Pretty lies I tell you
that you lovingly call me out on.
Not knowing I say these things for your sake.
Only notice the faults, never the beauties.
Excpect my obidience
but never my praise.
And don’t forget
the daughter you drove away.