I think it's sad
That you'll never get to know me
Never find out who I am
But it's not like you ever cared
You just want a mold of your expectations
Not me
No not me
My heart is broken and bleeding in your hand
And you have the power to mend it
But you won't
You won't
I gave you everything I had
But you gave me nothing
Why are you so cold?
And blind that you can't see me at all?
Not even a little
Why do I love you unconditionally?
When you don't love me at all
You've left me bleeding, broken, and tattered
I'm screaming
But you don't hear me
Not even a little
And it hurts to know
That you won't ever care about me at all
Yes you won't care
Not even a little
Author notes
To all the people in my life who've never seen me. Especially my grandparents, ex-stepfather, and father. I said it all in the poem.
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I always thought it to be sad when parents or grandparents try to impose what they want their child to be. I won't be doing that with my son, believe me. He will be whatever he wants to be. You're words leave a lasting impression. But I am hoping you broke free of the mold they tried to force you into.
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Believe me, no one can make me or force me into a mold. I have come to realize that it's just not worth it, and back when I was a child and I did act the way they wanted, they still found faults. Now I'm comfortable with who I am and I walk with a high head knowing that I act 100% me at all times, and if ever there comes a time when I have children I feel the way you do. I would always let be free to be whoever they are. Thank you for the comment.
~Amanda~
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by-the-by, amazing poem, kinda forgot that part... lol.
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The number of people who feel depression because of their family is raising each day and it wrong. I know what it feels like and it hurts. I'm sorry you get to be a part of this rising number, but you are not alone, we're all here for you. <3
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Thank you very much for the comment. I know the numbers really are rising and I'm not alone and it's tragic. I wouldn't wish anyone to go through this.
~Amanda~
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This poem was good, I know how it feels not to be know of the real you. I have people that see the me that I allow everyone to see, but very few see the true me. That has to do with the fact that I'm scared of constantly getting hurt. Great write.
Ray
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Thank you so much for the comment. I know what you mean. It took me many years to finally feel comfortable enough to show the real me in front of people.
~Amanda~
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