My expectations of you Were for you to love me. Genuinely. Unconditionally. They were for you to protect me; Instead you just overlooked me. You ignored the signs. You created your own reality. Choosing to see what you wanted Discarding the feelings unwanted. You didnโt choose to be the saint. Like you so desperately aspire to be. You chose to be the sinner. You chose to lie. Manipulate, Hate, Hurt.
You started the generational discourse. You were expected to teach love. Instead you drilled hate, Jealousy and strife. Amid your own. Youโre the deceiver. The devil. The evil. You arenโt my expectations. You are my despair.