No matter how many times I ask
No matter how many times I wonder why
No matter how many times you keep throwing the mental and psychological abuse my way
I’ll still wonder why. What happened to you in the past caused you to become who you are?
I have no intention of fixing you. There’s no point. It’s also not my responsibility.
But I see behind the mask. I see the real you. A lie is still a lie, even if everyone believes it. The truth is still the truth, even if no else believes me.
Island of Misfit Mamas 