Playing House

No matter how many times you hurt me, still you managed to reluctantly pull me back in when I tried to leave.
I had no option but to love you, half the reason for my existence. The more I lowered my standards to try to accept you for who you are, the more you made me feel like anything less than human. Like a parasite you sucked the life outta me. I was your host, you lived off my growth and success. Fed off my failure.
Took claim when no where signed was your name. Always at the finish line but when I tripped during the race you were no where around to help me back on my feet. Annihilated any hopes I had, but dreams weren't realistic enough for you. You expect the universe from me as if the world only revolves around you. I used to give you all of me, effort and emotion. Actions speak louder than words, but you've never acted on your "love" for me. Our language barrier buried our relationship, but we both speak the same tongues as our natives. Never could admit your faults, but diligently pointed the faults in me. Ive been around you too long to not know how you operate. Played your role as if you were perfect. But I know all the mistakes you made once the curtains were closed. The same dna but differently defined. You would expose me to make yourself look good. But the only thing that you've revealed is lies. And they all worshiped you, my devil, as if you were a God. Brought down the people that mattered most to you . You required approval from people whose lives you don't benefit from. But I know you did it because I could never exploit you. Had no choice to come back to you. Calling you my father was my biggest lie, and like poison they infected me. Your pride has gotten in the way of our growth every time.No one has ever hurt me more than you have. Forgiveness is no longer an option. You popped in and out of my life as you pleased. There were times your presence hurt as much as your absence. And without notice the more you left they more you took a piece of me with you.
Attempted to make me the spitting image of your failure. I may mirror your image but inside we'll never be the same. I no longer seek to hurt you like you've hurt me. I hope me hurting will make you want you to better yourself. Three times a charm, a third chance with the rest of my siblings. Instead of just telling them your title actually play your role. And instead of always putting yourself first, put your kids first and make their happiness a goal.