i'm too young to know how to feel
yet that's all i have
i blame my dad for a lot of things
but i don't change them myself
because i can't find the strength
either he just doesn't care
or he doesn't know how to show it
but he let a child make the best out of it
and that takes up too much space in my head
another argument,
another door got slammed
but who am i to tell him that he's wrong
i don't even know how to agree on something
i love to complain about all of it
but i'm afraid of changing
if that's a childish excuse
then it's worthless at best
i've said a lot of things i didn't even mean
i haven't been kind, i haven't been here
we've had so many stupid fights
and i know a lot of that's on me
all of the little things are much more important now
like how i'm afraid to let anyone down
can't figure out where it all went wrong
but it's what i'm tryin' to work on
we never talk about it
but i'm used to the silence
so i blink away my anger
and let us grow apart as strangers
he can't tell me i'm dramatic this time
it won't reach me anymore
YOU ARE READING
vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
