You know the evil that lives inside of me,
but you just stand there pretending to not see.

I sit in a corner to tear at my skin,
to stop the hurt of the voices within.

The voices are cruel, unloving, untrue,
and if I put a face to the voice it would sound like you.

You, with your hurt and anger towards me,
all I can do is be your daughter, I'm sorry you bore me.

You were supposed to love, nurture, and care,
but you, with your lies could never dare.

I'm sorry that you can't handle the truth,
but you broke me apart in my early youth.