Forced

From day one, you looked at me with disgust.... but it wasn't my fault.

You believed every word he said... but he was feeding you lies.

You didn't listen to anything you were being told.... you didn't want to see the truth.

The truth hurts... doesn't it?

The truth smacks you in the face on a daily basis... and you can't handle it.

Just like I can't handle the life you've brought me into.

I had put the past behind me... left it where it should be... but something wasn't right.

I wasn't happy... and I doubted I ever would be.

I never really knew why... but I know now.

I have one child... and I don't want another because everyone elses has been forced on me.

I took care of your child... and I still do.

I have taken care of my sisters children... and I still do.

No matter who is put into your care... everything falls onto me... because you honestly couldn't give a damn about anyone outside of yourself.

Face the facts... maybe they will knock you straight.

Without me you're nothing... and you haven't even realised that yet.

Without me who is watching the kids? A daycare? You need money for that... and I pay the bills.

I am the one who provides daily for everyone, and they all know it.

Even your son sees how much is done for him and by whom.

I have come to think of you as nothing more than a money hungry whore.

If you want to be miserable... go do so.. but leave everyone else out of it.

All you do now is work and sleep. You don't do a damn thing for anyone.

Shit needs to be done... and you run and hide.

Conversations need to be had, and you run so you don't have to face the truth.

You're like the lowest piece of scum on the earth... you've made me think this of you.

You only have yourself to blame.

You give people the image they see of you.

Take a long hard look in the mirror... what do you see?

I see you as being dead to me.