Perhaps, just perhaps you are right.
And you know what? You will always be right.
I will always be a failure in your eyes.
And I thank you for that.
For you’ve given me such strength and will,
No one probably ever understands.
After 28 years of mental/emotional hell,
you are so quick to point a finger at someone else
use me as an example to teach much more
perhaps you forgot those 4 other mini-limbs of yours
pointing right back at you
You will never see me for the person I am
In fact, you can go tell my friends what you truly think
you are such a wuss
to be afraid
to not be able to do what you said you would
to not be able to do the right thing
28 years later
I have come again to a familiar place
the question of “why do I bother, after so long?”
I’ve spent so much of my life
WASTED so much of my life
trying to do the “right” thing
the right thing in your eyes
in both of your eyes, in fact
Yet, it never was right.
And 28 years later,
I question me
Why should I bother, when after 28 long years, nothing’s changed?
I am still a failure in your eyes
And I have WASTED so much time, trying to show you in both YOUR ways and mine,
that I am so not,
even when others tell me how smart/intelligent/bimbotic I am
Yes, I believe strangers than my family.
For my family has always failed to back me.
I have only known words of condemnation from that filthy mouth of yours
I have only known words such as “You are starting your nonsense again”
And I will not spend any more of my precious life
on you both again
Not EVER again
For you have failed to see me, your flesh and blood
For you have FAILED to understand me or even try to know me
For you have FAILED to see me and all I have done.
Your lives have showed me perfect examples of how I do not wish to lead mine.
And I will choose my own path.
I will not yield to yours.
Not ever.
Your pride, both of your prides…
the one you are both so proud of,
shall be your condemnation and ultimate failure.
I need not say more.
For the truth will show.
ah yo. what happen in here?. so much anger in yours words phy.
well. words of anger cuts deeper than a normal wound; ironically words of love too heals faster than a normal wound.
i think u should go to place with tranquility. jus my two cents worth
I am at a place of tranquility. Peace, where no one gets me to do their stuff / run their errands / condemn me … much less, talk to me.
28 years of anger/disappointment/hurt/disappointment/pain … no one understands, and no one had better say they do. Because it is a fact that no one understands unless they went thru the exact same hell as me.
Tell it to them, that words of anger cut deeper than a normal wound and words of love heal faster than a normal wound.
I don’t need to know that. Only the blind do.