Sometimes it seems like you dislike me.
Sometimes it seems like you hate me.
Is it because I remind you of something?
Is it because I remind you of someone?
Do I remind you of someone you dislike?
Do I remind you of someone you hate?
Do I remind you of a period of time,
A time where things weren't easy.
Do these memories return every time,
Every time you look at me?
Do these memories return when I dress up,
Dress up to go out with friend?
Dress up to see someone?
Someone you dislike.
Someone you don't trust.
Do you trust me?
Do you trust me, mom?
Or did you mean what you said?
Did you mean it?
Do you hate me?
Or do I hate myself?