I did not ask to be born,
Let alone to be torn
By your words that rip me apart
Like a canvas covered in art.
Your love is like the flames of hell;
Burning the flesh of all who touch
The cold shell
That is made up of you.
You wanted a daughter,
But not what came after
Because I was not everything you wanted me to be.
I was not everything you wanted to see.
So you did not love me,
Nor will you ever.
Because in your eyes,
I will always be everything you despise.
tayleerhi
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A Sad Poet
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