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The Pain I Hide
The hot air lifts inside the room
As I await their arrival
I close my eyes wishing this would past
A tear falls down my cheek
‘Pitiful’ my father would think
This life isn't built for me
I am strong, but not meant for this
My father’s right hand man walks in
I brace myself for the board of men
‘This is what your father wanted; he built this for you’
And angry and confused
I knew his words were untrue
My father lost his happiness when my brother past
I was out casted
Though I mourn the loss of my father
A man I conceived to be rather prouder
To be committed to his company, than to his family
A man I never want to be, is he, the father
Who wasn't there for me…
oh dear.
This is really sad Cleo, bet many can relate to this. you express yourself very well. and why not, writing is my therapy. your good keep it up. take care. Moog.
Thanks, I didn't think much
Thanks, I didn't think much of it, but i'm glad you like it...:)