I can imagine how he thinks of me:
The weak girl’s desperation.
But to this day, I can’t believe
It was all his manipulation.
I believed that I was stronger;
Thought that I could play the part.
Pretend I was normal a little longer,
And maybe then I’d really start.
But in all eyes, I the fool
Was caught up in the act —
Though whether it was mine or his
I will never know for fact.