My Dear!

My dear Mother, My dear Father

What do you expect from us?

Where are you know that we need you

Must your daughters become parents?

Why do you leave us with pretty lies, do you fear us?

Now that I am no longer blinded by your wasted lies I see you for what you are

Not champions not gods

But monsters and devils

Should I chase you from under my bed?

I beg you to return to the children you claim to love

My dear Mother, My dear Father