all i’ve ever wanted yet, something i’ve never earned my unbelievably high expectations just to be let down, as always, by the bare fucking minimum you will never own up to your manipulative, tortuous ways unseen, unnoticed, unpunished, i am the child, you are the adult no consequences for the adults, no sympathy for “the child” a deceptive world we live in, it’s easy to just move on but that won’t stop the small desire of those flimsy words from your lips sprouting as a diluted muppet, i meshed into your portrait of me, me, the guilty, you, the innocent, people-pleasing tendencies took the stage, shamed and accused, the “i’m sorry” never stopped