I thought you smiled when I was glad,
But truth revealed, it made you mad.
The joy I held, the light I knew,
Became annoyance deep in you.
When I was broken, lost in pain,
I hoped for comfort, not disdain.
But anger rose, I can't explain,
Your eyes were filled with harsh disdain.
Was it my fault for drawing near,
For seeking help, for showing fear?
My presence seemed to weigh you down,
A burden heavy, making you frown.
Forgive me then, for I believed,
That family's love I had received.
But truth unveiled, I stand apart,
A stranger still within your heart.
I once had helped, or so I thought,
And hoped that kindness could be caught.
Yet when I suffered, torn and sore,
You found delight in something more.
I saw you smile while I was weak,
Your laughter loud, though mine was bleak.
And in my sorrow, clear and true,
I learned the cost of trusting you.
No longer will I beg or plead,
For mercy in my time of need.
Your help was cold, your hearts like stone,
You left me wounded, all alone.
Because I struggled, asked for aid,
You cast your curses, unafraid.
My name you stained, my soul you scarred,
And showed how cruel your hearts can hard.
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