How many times can we repeat these lines? You make me write the same rhymes But I’m learning to be fine Some things never change A cycle of endless rage Blaming me, blaming you Gaslit from seeing true But it was never about me This I can now see This was always about you And your inability to Express yourself Love yourself Forgive yourself Whilst I can forgive it’s harder to forget The things you won’t do, the things you haven’t said Your refusal to even acquiesce My slightest tiny request I guess all that’s left Is to take your advice That’s helped me all my life And see that actions are a true reflection Of a person’s real intentions That the words they spout, scream, and shout Are nothing to write home about 21/07/[[2021]] #love #fathers #selfacceptance