*The past couple of poems have been inspired by my dad... so bear with me.*
What have I done to make you hate me?
To make you so desire my demise?
You say " I do it because I love you."...
HA! but really it only makes me despise:
You
Me
Everything
Everyone
Anything
I can't ever be completely happy
Because I KNOW
That I'll do something to dissappoint
I can take criticizm from you
But only to a point
I can't when you make me feel:
Stupid
Worthless
Expendable
Unwanted
You may not hit me
But this is emotional abuse
I would tell you exactly how
I feel
But you would disregard it
Like you always do...
Really its no use
Sorry, Im not flawless
perfect
immaculate
good enough
for you dad. |
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