Some part of me knows
I’ll never be able
to shake the thought
of disappointing him,
even though I
hardly know him.
Though I inherited
his height and hands,
I feel polar opposite
most of the time.
How can someone
who gave me
half of me,
hardly know me at all?
But more so,
why do I care
about making
a stranger be
proud of me?
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
Some part of me knows
I’ll never be able
to shake the thought
of disappointing him,
even though I
hardly know him.
Though I inherited
his height and hands,
I feel polar opposite
most of the time.
How can someone
who gave me
half of me,
hardly know me at all?
But more so,
why do I care
about making
a stranger be
proud of me?