My dad is the type where he wants everyone to do as he says
That his word his law
That to love is to obey his every whim
Every mistake I made was judged
Every road I took and everything I did
Was judged and then ridiculed
Many follow in his footsteps
Other family members I deeply care about
They too, treat me unwell
And now I right this poem that I know if anyone were to find out
They would all poke fun until I spent another night crying myself to sleep
Begging to feel anything but the ache in my chest
He never gave me respect
None of them ever gave me respect
Why can't I do anything right?
I just want to be good at something
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
