The Lies You Tell - Poem by Samantha Hodges
You said you would always be there for me, that you'd love me unconditionally.
Stupid me, I believed in every word, I held onto every word.
I thought you cared.
You raised me, but didn't allow me to be me.
You didn't think of me as anything.
You judged me and I felt disliked.
I felt hated.
You told everyone lies.
They believed you, over me, as I expected.
I'm the little girl, you're the adult in this scenario.
The day we had our fight, I thought we would be okay.
Sure we don't ever really get along.
But I never thought you'd result to this point of no return.
I come home from a walk and everything I own is packed,
Sitting out in the living room by the door.
Tears fall as I look around.
As reality falls into place.
You gave up, you don't care.
I just wanted to adjust a couple rules.
I'm 18 not 10, I wanted my curfew to be midnight, not 10.
I didn't think that was too much to ask for, but I guess I was wrong.
Apparently you just didn't want me to be around anymore.
You didn't try to understand.
You wouldn't see my side of the story, you never gave me a chance.
You always had to be right.
You kicked me out and told everyone I left voluntarily.
I may not have begged to stay, but I sure didn't pack my stuff and put it by the door, that was your evil doing.
You wanted the entire family to disown me like you did.
Except when we're in the same room or vacinity, you pretend to be my best friend, when behind my back you talk trash.
You won't tell me about the holidays or birthday parties.
You don't talk to me anymore.
Yet, you still have the nerve to say you love me, when we both know deep down...
You're done with me.
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