ghost

Does it hurt? Yes. Do I try and excuse it? Also yes. She's a part of me just as I am a part of her. But from another life. I want to try and see her side, but I'm just too tired to care anymore. She cant see how her words are written and I'm the one who perceives them anyhow. So ultimately it's on me.

Long ago, when I was no longer the doll that could be controlled the criticism set in. Does it hurt? Yes. Even still I keep trying. Fighting those voices, with deep seated tongues whispering I'm not good enough. It's a vicious cycle that I saw coming long ago. If you're not with mommy dearest then let the fighting amongst yourselves begin. Sides will be taken and she will sacrifice and devour her young to save herself. And you are so much like her. Let the hypocrisy continue. But I'm no fake, I'm no fool. 

I am what I am.