You truly hate her
Don’t you?
You wish she’d never been.
You can’t even look at her
The innocent child within
She was just a young girl
But you sit with her
And all you feel is pain
She doesn’t understand
She thought she was loved...
Why didn’t she feel loved...?

I look at you
And I hate you
You were weak
You were useless
You brought me here!
I know you didn’t understand
I know you were helpless
And I’m angry at you for it

And what do you do
When you face me,
Little girl?
You sit there
Throw your head in your hands
And sob
How pathetic.

I suppose I can’t accept
That the story in my head
Just might not be true
But what would that mean..?