Hey mom, I know I will never be the child that you're proud of. Maybe it's because of the times I've skipped school and my grades were terrible. Maybe it's because the school had always call you up for every misdemeanor and complaint I've made.
Hey dad, I know I will never be the son you thought you've raised. Maybe it's because I always get into these heated arguments with you and we raise our voices one too many times with no ending. Maybe it's because I didn't followed the dream path that you wanted to.
Hey sis, I know I will never come near to the younger brothers your friends have. Maybe it's because I am always away from home and I only call you when it's in the middle of the night and I needed help. Maybe because I had always disappointed every one of you with every result I come home with.
Hey sis, I know I will never be a good brother for I have always been fighting with dad and kept the echoes of our tempers bellows the entire house. As if every corner and dark empty rooms, are filled with gloom and anguish. Maybe it's because the flames of my anger had burned this sanctuary down to it's knees.
And for all the possible futures of me being a good son, an honest brother, a loving sibling, I know I will never become any of those distant realities for I, will never be as perfect as the ideal and transcended person that all of you had imagined.
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where dreams go
PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
