You said you loved me,
But I always knew I couldn’t be first…
See trust does seem to fade away-
When your actions don’t match your words…
How could
they?
Looking at me with red eyes,
Your slurred speech seems to tell me your high,
And I’m well aware that your judgment has been compromised.
Your selfish…
Preaching to me about your past pain-
How could you not know that you were doing the same?
The hurt buried so deep I began to welcome the rain…
You’re the first man to show me what disappointment is…
While mommy tried to make up for what she knew I’d miss-
But nothing can erase the feeling of growing up fatherless…
And as I gaze into the mirror-there are times when I get a
bit confused,
Because I know I’m seeing myself, but I’m also seeing you…
I see your eyes, your bottom lip,
And feel that anger that seems to be genetic,
But I refuse to take on your negative traits-no matter how
deep, I can’t let it…
And for the wrong you’ve done to me-in the end it’s you that
I have to thank,
Because of you, I’ve become a walking replica of what
happens when wisdom meets strength…
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