

I get it now. They say hindsight always gives you perfect vision, doesn’t it? Now that I’m slightly older, So many things make sense. Father,
As the day passes by, I watch the fruits you bore into this world, Turn sour in your hands. Everyday, I watch the gemstones in
With every rising sun, New darkness. New darkness. With every setting of the sun, New darkness, looming over the horizons. Deaths, some brutal, some peaceful,
Truthfully, I have been lying to myself every day, Ever since the day I knew what lying was. I am not anything special, I will
Staring into space, My mind is crowded, A gloomy fuzziness, Just like the weather outside, Exhausted, sad, empty. The walls around keep getting closer and
I have called on you countless times, But you haven’t responded. Called on you in the face of danger, But you turned your back and
The clay in the potter’s hand is damaged, But if you called me home right now, I’ll ask for these, Pat me on my back
I was a child, Seeking the guidance and warmth, That only a mother could give, But all I got was the cold stare of religious
Tears. Snort. A blank mind, Tired, tried, tested, failed, In this abyss of nothingness. That holds me and tells me, That no matter how hard
No matter what I tried to do for or with them, The way they saw me never changed, Not even when I made them smile