Who do you think you are?
Abusin’ me, bruisin’ me
All those words you’ve ever told me,
I still think about it
The fact you told me I was fat,
And now when I look back,
I looked fine.
When you told me I was feeling depressed
Because I wasn’t reading the Bible enough?
You were supposed to be a safe haven,
A womb to keep me safe.
I tread and tiptoe around you,
Because I worry what you’ll say next.
Or can I really call you that?
My friends have been more caring than you ever were.
They sheltered me, loved me, didn’t judge me
I couldn’t love you.
The fact I didn’t know which you I was having today,
Even though we said all was done and forgiven,
Because you swore you wouldn’t abuse me anymore
The scars are still there