You told me-
a despicable sin that you did,
a dark and dirtiest history,
a shameful story of me.
Being born with dirt in my hands and face,
Being born unwanted by the world,
Being born fated to be seen with judgemental eyes.
You wanted me to conceal this,
You needed me to never speak about this,
You warned me to be silent.
But ironically,
You were the one who speak,
Once and I forgave
I understood,
Coz you might not expect the hidden future to be,
But twice...
I couldn't forgive,
I couldn't understand,
Why would you speak the past?
Is it because it wasn't you who bleed?
Or is it because you were threatened to?
Or is it simply because you couldn't care?
Father...
Why would you do that to me?
Have you no longer love me?
Or does she meant more to you?
YOU ARE READING
The Unspoken Words
PoesiaThe words I have no courage to say... I wrote them instead and keep it for strangers to read and wonder. While those who might know me would read thinking it's just another random girl.
