shattered hopes and broken dreams;
i've really had enough of these.
bring it on!
though, really, i'm just a fawn
so new and struggling to stand,
you should really give me a helping hand.
they help me lots, these words of hate.
they help me to create.
as i sit, i ponder what you said.
and it really gets into my head.
and now i sit here, pen in hand,
and am thankful, now i can stand.
although you didn't help (you hindered)
and though you left me feeling splintered,
i thank you, Dad, for those hurtful things you said.
i thank you, Dad, for the occasional smack on the head.
you've made me strong.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
shattered hopes and broken dreams;
i've really had enough of these.
bring it on!
though, really, i'm just a fawn
so new and struggling to stand,
you should really give me a helping hand.
they help me lots, these words of hate.
they help me to create.
as i sit, i ponder what you said.
and it really gets into my head.
and now i sit here, pen in hand,
and am thankful, now i can stand.
although you didn't help (you hindered)
and though you left me feeling splintered,
i thank you, Dad, for those hurtful things you said.
i thank you, Dad, for the occasional smack on the head.
you've made me strong.
Yeah, thanks dad...
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