We make believe-that we make believe-that its all ok.
When really it is.
Like when you showed up on my
front porch, drenched in rainwater
covered in mud and reeking of self pity
Did he help you out the door or did you walk out on your own?
or when you called me
drenched in tears, covered in bruises
and reeking of false accusations
Did your daddy really hit you or did he just hit back?
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