Bash

Bash (Me)
JD Rhode

You think you hurt me
You think you’ve won
But all you do when you bash me
Is make me realize you’re an even bigger asshole than I thought
Only now, this time
You brought a child into it
A child that we don’t even have yet
You said I won’t make a good mom-
You agree with those who say I can’t do it
I “can’t even pick up a doll”
That’s why I’m practicing, fucker
And besides
Who are you to talk?
Our dogs don’t even hang around you
I don’t see you practicing on anything
Only bashing me for trying
How dare you bring that into the mix
If that isn’t bad enough
You try to make me feel worse because I ask for help-
While somebody is sitting next to me, no less-
So I don’t have to work quite so hard
Nice try
You didn’t phase me
All you did is make me finally decide
I don’t want kids with you
If that’s how you bash me