You’re disappointed I know,
Deep down you love me,
But you hate the me now,
I try my best to stay quiet,
But I’ve lost my strength,
From the inner battles I’m facing.
It’s become an instinct to go into survival mode,
To protect myself from getting hurt,
I’m sorry I’m not the perfect little girl you dreamed of having,
But I need you to know I’m trying.
Even if it means I’ll have to continue playing Pretend,
I’ll keep fighting until I see your proud smile again,
I can’t wait to finally have coffee minus the arguing and armour.
I love you dearly my patient beauty Queen. 😘