Anonymous
Staff Writer
Remember when we used to get our nails done together and you smiled at me with warmth from ear to ear
Remember when we used to go to the movies, you would tell me that one day
I would grow up to be a princess just like her
Now your eyes are filled with disgust when you look my way, while my eyes are pleading with you asking
why.
Your words laced with venom when you tell me that I am not the child you raised while my voice is screaming and begging you, asking
why.
I know that you love me.
I know.
But why don’t you like me