Unmasked
I thought you were my hero but then I saw you without disguise— a dirty monster who kill people’s innocence.
You wore gentleness like armor, but every hug was a trick. Every word, a thread in a net you threw over my trust.
I gave you the love from my inner child like a delicate little rose— soft, small, still blooming. But all you gave back was a green stem with the thorns still on it.
I wonder— if I called you saying I was dying, would you still hit me with “I don’t have time” like you did every single time?
You were supposed to be my protector. Instead— you became my destroyer.
You judged me— on my clothes, on my weight, on my appearance, on my laugh, on my constant talking. You judged my inner child. And that bruised me like no hammer ever could.
But of course— you’d never understand that I wanted your time, not your money.