You think that you had the best intentions, when it came to me. (You wanted what was best for you)

You think because you fought back at him, you’re not like your mother.

But you don’t know who you are, you self is hidden undercover.

Cautiously, strategically, secretly… you never loved me.

Cautiously, strategically, there is no doubt in me, you want me, to fail.

Unfortunately for me, I know what you don’t see.

You, are a narcissist and I am you’re victim. 

By choice I played the part, I had to win you’re heart.

Its a natural occurrence you see, for the child so malleable to be…

Fucked up like me, its okay its not you’re fault.

I don’t hate you, I don’t blame you… but it’s not good at all.

I’m not distant, I’m aware… I hope one day you’ll know I care.

But I can’t be you’re victim, I wish you hadn’t been a victim.

Not too long ago you told me about you’re childhood.

Small little things you remember, and you cried as you did…

recollect it to me.

You paused, I saw it. You wanted to suppress it down…

Into, you’re unconscious… I’m not that stupid now, Please share, I said…

I know you feel dead, dead inside, like me…

Don’t wash your hands of me, there’s nothing wrong with me you see.

I won’t wash myself of you… There’s nothing you could do.

I know you’re mad at me but you’re distorting the reality…

…because you not mad at me, you’re mad at your own self, you see?(Rejecting what you’re mother rejected in you, in me)

Cautiously, strategically, secretly… you never loved me.

Cautiously, strategically, there is no doubt in me, you want me, to fail.

Unfortunately for me, I know what you don’t see.

You, are a narcissist and I am you’re victim. 

By choice I played the part, I had to win you’re heart.

Its a natural occurrence you see, for the child so malleable to be…

Fucked up like me, its okay its not you’re fault.

I don’t hate you, I don’t blame you… but it’s not good at all.

I’m not distant, I’m aware… I hope one day you’ll know I care.

But I can’t be you’re victim, I wish you hadn’t been a victim.

You are just like me and I know it. You don’t choose to acknowledge it but its still there. Okayyy???

You can project all you want onto me, I’ll let you.

But I am smarter than that, you see, this is how much I love you.

I should probably stay away, If I want to make a life by me.

My hands are clean, you think they’re filthy… something to be washed away.

…washed away.