You tell me you love me.
You tell me you care.
You want me to be happy.
But you're not even aware.
I lie to you you all the time.
I've lied to you my whole life.
I lie to make you happy.
I lie to make you love me.
You tell me you hate what I am,
then tell me you love me.
Bury me with your bullshit.
I don't give a damn.
I can't be happy if I'm whatever you want me to be.
I'm not changing who I am, just to make myself normal to you.
I think others would agree.
So please, do me a favor.
Tell me you'll accept things.
Lie to me.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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This reminds me of the relationship I have with my father. I wish that my being happy was enough to make him happy, but it never has been and I doubt it ever will be.
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