Story of Me Heart

7. A Daughter's Despair.

SO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Finally, Amber got some inspiration.

Cover on top is by xxAveragelyUniquexx. She's an awesome artist and I request you check her out. *rolls eyes* I didn't mean it in the flirtish way! I love how the sad box goes with the protagonist of this poem,

I hope you enjoy this poem too.

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A DAUGHTER'S DESPAIR

Never been what you wanted,
Quilting just on my will.
Never been what you wanted,
Stubbornly doing what I instill.

"I have been a burden
and that's all I'll ever be.
I'm a load for the shoulders,
who has to be killed.

I have been so selfish
Always wanted things my way.
In the household; so embellish,
A rotten grey fray.

Never been what you wanted,
Quilting just on my will.
Never been what you wanted,
Stubbornly doing what I instill.

I was born a leech,
During the shady rains of forlorn.
To scrape, scratch and screech,
And to fill their lives with a scorn.

Mum wanted a doll,
The one that she could dote.
Who would listen to her call,
A piece of perfect gracefulness to denote.

Dad wanted obedience,
A child who listened to the whip.
Not a worthless piece of allegiance,
Filled with the vile of the 'grippe'.

Aloh! They ended up with me,
A good for nothing tramp.
A good for nothing fury.
A good for nothing scamp."

Tears rolled down her cheeks,
Glistening in the silent silvers of night.
Evincing the words, she'd never speak,
And manifesting the feels, that hid from light.

Scars stroked her wrists,
From her elbow, the blood dripped.
Salty tears wet her puckered lips,
Whom, the crying had dehydrated.

She mumbled the words all night,
She mumbled the words all day.
For she was despaired with,
the bleak plight of her life's play.

As, she'd never been what they wanted,
Quilting just on her will.
She'd never been what they wanted,
Stubbornly doing what she did instill.

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~AmberTryst (sarcastic_shivi)

[Note: Grippe is an acute febrile highly contagious disease]

Like for a long time I have been leeching over the thought how I will never be acknowledged my father as I can never meet his expectations, and I used to cry in secrecy over that.

So, on Sunday, he like caught me crying and said, "My daughter should not be crying alone, when she has a father to talk to and cry with."

So I cracked up(as in ended up bawling) and ended up telling him this stuff about being unacknowledged. And guess what he said?

Father: "I keep expectations from you because I know you are capable of doing such stuff. Expectations are ideal results. It is when you goal attain perfection you do your best. It pushes you beyond your regulars limits and transcends the barriers. After all, it is not I to whom you have to prove yourself, but to yourself. So that someday, when you look back, you have no regrets of, 'only if I had done a bit more'.

So, this poem was inspired from my feelings, pre that moment. :3

I hope you had loved it. Let me know I am not writing for invisible people!