Little things

It was the little things that I saw. The way you looked when I made you mad. The way you reacted to the silliest things. And then you made mom cry. And I knew that it was over. And then when you told us you were going to move to be closer to them with or without us. I knew mom knew it was over too. I saw right through your " I'm the perfect dad" act. I knew you had your fathers bad blood and your step fathers temperament. And you wonder why I don't tell you things. It's because if I did you would warp my words like your crazy sister and make me look likethe bad guy. Just like you did to mom. But your the bad guy. The little things showed me that.