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You always said you knew me so well;
better than I knew myself.
You'd tell me all about me:
what I wanted, how I felt.
I'd do just what you told me.
You'd say I sinned, so I confessed.
Because of course it's true—
it came from you,
and you always know best.

You always said you were protecting me,
sheltering me,
keeping me safe.
And I needed to be safe
it's true,
but that's not what you'd do.
I needed to be safe—
still do—
but I wasn't safe with you.

I was a child.
I didn't need to be strong,
I needed to be safe.
But that's not how the cookie crumbles,
not how you played the game.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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