From whom did I learn it
the constant second guessing?
the shrouding and finessing?
the weaving of untruths so I believe them myself?
the hiding under layers that no one can see past?
from whom did I learn to expect loneliness?
from whom did I learn to accept unhappiness?
from whom did I learn to flatter and praise?
from whom did I learn to evade and pretend?
from whom did I learn to curb my temper?
from whom did I learn to adjust?
from whom did I learn to smile and bear it?
from whom did I learn to tolerate?
From whom did I learn to lie
to myself
Tell me
so I can tell them
this is what helped me make me.
How strange it is that I do not know
whether to thank you or blame you
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a bit of both, baybee... life's lessons are painful, and not always welcome, but definitely useful!
As long as the guilt is a constant companion, babe. Let me not lose proportion.
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