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Father
Everything I do for you
nothing is ever enough
I'll always be a disappointment
in your eyes
my role-model
the perfect example
of what I should never be
I hate what I've become
we don't really look the same
I got my looks from my mother
but I have become just like you
a childhood that left me dead inside
has also left me prepared
to face this cold, violent world
I hate what I've become
taught me not to take any shit
and that black-and-white
is actually a big grey area
I hate what I've become
that same hatred runs through my veins
burning away the traces of humanity
until it's all that remains
nothing is ever enough
I'll always be a disappointment
in your eyes
my role-model
the perfect example
of what I should never be
I hate what I've become
we don't really look the same
I got my looks from my mother
but I have become just like you
a childhood that left me dead inside
has also left me prepared
to face this cold, violent world
I hate what I've become
taught me not to take any shit
and that black-and-white
is actually a big grey area
I hate what I've become
that same hatred runs through my veins
burning away the traces of humanity
until it's all that remains
Published 10th Jun 2017
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10th Jun 2017 11:16am
Obsessed one this one cuts deep I know what it's like to suffer..
love to you..
Crim
love to you..
Crim
10th Jun 2017 1:42pm
Sad to hear that you can relate, but good to hear that I am not alone. Appreciate the love, as always. Much respect, 0bs3ss3d
11th Jun 2017 8:12pm
this journey feels strangely familiar - sometimes one must choose to be the opposite of their father :-)
12th Jun 2017 3:35am
Yeah. Role model turned counterexample, pretty much. Thanks for stopping by
Anonymous
14th Jun 2017 10:37pm
Man, ouch! But you got it off your chest and that's the important part.
I can relate. My Pops and I, distant at best growing up. Workaholic.
Never there, has tons upon tons of resentment towards him.
Then we both had surgery at the same time. Mine on my knee, him on his ankle.
As part of the rehab, we both had to walk.
I was 28 at the time.
We were walking, not really taking, but that changed when he had to stop chase he was in such pain.
It clicked instantly in my head and my heart.
I realized that truth was, there were fewer days ahead for him then were behind.
In that instant I was able to forgive and let go. By the Grace of God is my only answer how.
Now, some 20 years later, he still can't walk that well, so now, I carry him when needed.
I can relate. My Pops and I, distant at best growing up. Workaholic.
Never there, has tons upon tons of resentment towards him.
Then we both had surgery at the same time. Mine on my knee, him on his ankle.
As part of the rehab, we both had to walk.
I was 28 at the time.
We were walking, not really taking, but that changed when he had to stop chase he was in such pain.
It clicked instantly in my head and my heart.
I realized that truth was, there were fewer days ahead for him then were behind.
In that instant I was able to forgive and let go. By the Grace of God is my only answer how.
Now, some 20 years later, he still can't walk that well, so now, I carry him when needed.
14th Jun 2017 11:07pm
Glad to hear that you were able to work that out. Personally, I've tried letting go of the past but so much new stuff just keeps piling up. Thanks for stopping by
