The things of the past,
For me will always last.
Remembering the dreadful day,
When my parents just walked away.
These feelings are too much for me,
I'm trapped in my own thoughts and can't break free.
I want to ask a question but it's too tough,
Because it's quite hard to ask why I'm not good enough.
They've always ignored me and I got used to it,
I hated it although I'll never admit.
I thought my dad was a hero,
But he was closer to a zero.
I thought my mom was the best,
But she seemed to fail the test.
Finding out the truth has never been so hard,
Especially when everyone has put up their guard.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
The things of the past,
For me will always last.
Remembering the dreadful day,
When my parents just walked away.
These feelings are too much for me,
I'm trapped in my own thoughts and can't break free.
I want to ask a question but it's too tough,
Because it's quite hard to ask why I'm not good enough.
They've always ignored me and I got used to it,
I hated it although I'll never admit.
I thought my dad was a hero,
But he was closer to a zero.
I thought my mom was the best,
But she seemed to fail the test.
Finding out the truth has never been so hard,
Especially when everyone has put up their guard.
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