How do you exist
Without giving me a thought
Who do you think you are
To think I need you to approve of me
What did you think would happen
When I grew up and accepted the truth
Why do you still call yourself my Dad,
As if you were one.
YOU ARE READING
Words: Seen and Unsaid
PoesíaSometimes the only way I can describe how i'm feeling is by writing it down, sometimes I just think of cool shit to write, sometimes I write about how I want to feel
