All The Things I Couldn't Say

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A poem I have written to my Dad.

The difference between me and you baba,

Is that in the past, I wouldn't have hesitated to choose you every single time,

But you couldn't even have chosen me once,

I had given you my flesh, blood and tears; yet you never recognized my tries,

I had loved you so much that it is now that I know I cannot force you into loving me,

So in the past I was the one who had given you my overflowing love,

And there I was pleading for a single recogntion; a droplet of your affection,

I tried so very hard to salvage any type of love but there must have surely been none,

And then came a time I realized that grieving for you was so much easier than to force you to be a part of me,

I knew then that I shouldn't beg for your love,

Because I had only wanted you to just once recognize my efforts,

Recognize my fears and reciprocate the love that bloomed in my heart for you,

But in the end I was the one who lost herself reaching out to you,

While you walked away,

And I realized that no matter how much I tried,

You would never see me as the daughter I became for you,

I was never your pride; only your disappointment,

To you I was only the portrayal of your broken dreams.