Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Father, I am your child.

Show me the way you want me to go.
I am so frustrated.

I want to scream.
Fall, shout and cause a scene.
For I feel. And sometimes it hurts.
And you know nothing of it.
I want to feel special-
I'm left in the dust.
But your smile is a must.
I'm crippled by attraction.

Brain- think.
Heart- stop the overdrive.
All I have is time;
and it hurts.

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