Category : Poems

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i never wanted to look weak
i berated myself for crying
i could hear his words speak
"come on, kid, aren't you even trying?"

my dad is a man of old fashion
he raised me the way he knew how
every time i had my own passion
he told me to do what was more important, now!

he wants me to be the best i can
but maybe that's not what i want to be
or maybe it's that in the eyes of this man
what he wants is all he can see

i can't even get out of my mind
but i hide it for the sake of myself
it's my worst fear that he will find
my medicine on my bottom shelf

it was not me who hid them, no
mom tells me he loves me
but it was she who hid them, though
and lying is not the best she could be

but maybe it's in my eyes
in my eyes that i see
the hiding from her husband
when she's just doing what's best for me

my father is a well respected man
everyone looks up to his will
but my father isn't confident that i can
be the child he expected from the mill

he walked in as i wrote this poem
and if i had strength, how strong i'd be
to tell him i had written about him and show him
but maybe it's of my best interest that i do what's best for me.