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It wasn’t what you wanted When I pulled up my sleeves And exposed the deeply etched wounds of my past, Healing still, in memory. I remember your face as you examined my flesh You kept the disgust from your voice but it was there in your eyes. Still, you caressed the bitter reminders of years best forgotten: Angry scars patterning arms still weak and frail. With a saccharine smile you tried to reassure me that it was okay that you didn’t mind. But then you asked me to hide them, embarrassed by my pathos. I said I wouldn’t have it any other way, I pulled my sleeves down. But now, months later, I feel used and dirty because you with your savior complex asked for emotional nudity only to escape your own feelings of parental unworthiness And to showcase your perfect daughter with no problems.