Hey.

I have decided to write you a letter of sorts
In the hope that maybe, I can get enough words in before you tell me I'm wrong.
I don't know why I had this expectation of you playing this motherly role
Clearly, my hopes were misplaced.
I'd like to apologise for holding you higher than your actions showed
I'd like to thank you, for doing what you could.
I cannot say that you didn't do what you thought was best
But its funny how the one who has known me the longest
Knows me the least
You know nothing of my hopes and dreams
Yet you feel capable of making judgements on my behalf
That is not your call to make
Its kind of funny really
You told me it is a parents job to reach out
A child shouldn't have to fight for their parents support
And here we are again
Only this time its you who have distanced away
I'm tired of seeking you out
To find you've nothing to say
I've tried to ease your discomfort
Its a little difficult to do right by you
When everything is smothered in pretence

I don't want to fight any longer
For someone who can toss me away
You can call me
When you've got something to say

- Zane