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Already buckled in the backseat I’d want to come to the grocery And while you’d push the basket I followed after so closely We dug up weeds and planted poppies Gold and vermillion And I remember I felt my heart drop When you said you can’t be friends with your children I remember thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself you taught me everything If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I’m not gonna get my confirmation But I really want to make you proud I know it’s not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud I didn’t get the chance to tell you She told you before I could say a word And then I didn’t want to talk about it I ran away, I lost my nerve You gave me all the space I wanted That was four years ago until it seemed like you’d forgotten Until I moved to Chicago And I was thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself You taught me everything   If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I just want to feel accepted But I really want to make you proud I know I’m not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
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Already buckled in the backseat I’d want to come to the grocery And while you’d push the basket I followed after so closely We dug up weeds and planted poppies Gold and vermillion And I remember I felt my heart drop When you said you can’t be friends with your children I remember thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself you taught me everything If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I’m not gonna get my confirmation But I really want to make you proud I know it’s not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud I didn’t get the chance to tell you She told you before I could say a word And then I didn’t want to talk about it I ran away, I lost my nerve You gave me all the space I wanted That was four years ago until it seemed like you’d forgotten Until I moved to Chicago And I was thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself You taught me everything   If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I just want to feel accepted But I really want to make you proud I know I’m not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
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