Tell me father,
Which to beg forgiveness for?
For what I am or what I am not?
Tell me mother,
Which should I regret the most,
What I became or what I did not and never will?
Forced expectations are the roots of an insecure child, always asking if they'll ever be good enough.
Wondering if they can push themselves a little further,
"Just a little more and maybe they'll be proud."
I will not apologize for what I am
Accept me for who I am or leave as you please, the door is wide open for respect goes both ways.
-expectations
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
