It was my birthday today.
I thought you might forget.
I've always been the one you don't remember,
Never the favourite; simply second best
I try so hard for your approval
Even your attention would be fine
Nothing I do seems to please you,
Or if it does, it's because you don't know it's mine.
I know that I make mistakes
And I'm not very good at maths
But as my father, you should support me
Or at least just give me a chance
I do still love you despite being unnoticed
And as fathers go, I think I might have won
But sometimes you leave me questioning
Are you proud to call me your son?
- invisible
YOU ARE READING
ok
Poetrytw: mentions of s*lf h*rm, s**cide, mental health disorders. This might not be any good but I need a place to put everything.
