

LiarIt’s all blue eyes, Dark lashes, And fucking lies. Not pretty, Because those are for Pretty girls. This isn’t real, I know you, And I know howLiar
You see me. White teeth and Mixed messages. You’ve been hurt And you still play me. You give up, And you’re not that way, But, really, you’re
Just the same. I’m no wife, I don’t clean, I won’t cook. I’m not really even Worth a second look. You need something
Different, better? All you do is lie.


My parentsMy mother hates me. Maybe it’s because my Eyes are cold to her.My parents
I never talk. I’m her only daughter and she Wishes she had a different one. I am not pink and lacey.
What she wants to find in a daughter,
She sees in my friends. She talks to them about boys, life, school.
I’m just that one kid. I look nothing like her,
I am my father’s child to the core. I’m too outspoken,
And I don’t believe the same things. I can’t fix it and she can’t hide it.
My father was selfish. He’s clean now, But the memories are stains.
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