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I’m not saying

I’ve never lost.

I’m saying because of that loss

I’m in a position to win this now.

And stop asking to see my soft side

Maybe that’s what I lost.

Don’t ask for forgiveness

You stupid bitch,

You gave me this.

You called me stupid,

Now I need to call it

Like I see it.

How did you see it?

I was a little boy.

Now I’m fucked up,

You saw to that,

You fuck.

So why am I even here?

Because you fucked some man

Cruel enough

To tell you he loved you

When he didn’t.

Why are you even here?

You were cruel enough

To tell me you’d always love me

Because you’re my mom;

But you’re not.

You just keep going on,

Its like I’m not even here.

At eight years old

You gave me tips

On defending myself.

I was standing right next to you,

But it was up to me

To defend myself.

They humiliated me

And made me a quiet child.

I tried being bold

I tried protecting you.

But you wanted

A quiet child.

You acted like I had nothing

To cry about,

And so did I.

So you can cry all you want now.

I’m not saying

I’ve never lost:

I’m saying I’m better off without you.