Let me talk and just hear me out.
Every time you speak, you make me want to scream and shout.
All you do is cut me off and repeat yourself
Don’t look at the big but look at the small.
It feels as if you’re standing there looking at a dry wall.
I try my best but only one person can see…
But that one isn’t what you think.
It isn’t you I hope you can see.
Can’t you tell what I want to be?
I want to be heard.
I want to be seen.
I want you to actually know me.
Not assume me…
You’re on the run.
From all those that ruin your “fun.”
From those who try to help.
And prevent you from the mistakes that you feared.
But things will only get worst my dear.
It’s the choice you made that will soon let you hear.
The cries of those that you thought were so near.
Are now distant from your muted ears.
Continue this road and be ready to face all your fears.
Who do you think you are?
Acting like you’re the one that is being kept afar.
After all the advice that they told you.
You still act like a total fool.
Saying that you’ve been nothing but a tool.
And that you want us to guide you.
But in the end, there was nothing good coming from you.
Nothing but you trying make her into your very own stool.
And even after all of this you treat it as if you never knew.
Who do you think you are?
For me, you are nothing but a despicable fool.
You tried and you lied.
Told her you loved her but had someone else on your mind.
Better luck next time.
And you better not deny.
Because everyone was there at the time.
You said you were a changed person.
You let her believe you.
But now the truth comes out and now, they are all against you.
Each day flies away as this fake smile slowly decays.
A bland expression choosing to stay.
With nothing else to say.
These emotions of mine disappearing every single day.
As people ask if I am okay.
My only excuse would be “I”m just a little bit tired today.”
But later that night I will do the same.
And bring out a pen and paper to write down the many things I wanted to say.
So that in the morning, I can repeat the same things that happened yesterday.
Never the best but you still try.
Wanted to be something but the chances were too high.
Each day ending with a simple sigh.
Hoping that the next one would be alright.
Looking forward to that one day where you can finally say,
“Mom, Dad thank you, you guys were right…”
Asking for forgiveness was always a hard thing.
But it was always a key.
A key to open the doors to what people call a “new me.”
At times there will be heat but only actions will determine who you will mostly be.
It only takes one word to change everything.
For now my mom had helped me And God had led me.
I promise I’ll change who I used to be.
So that soon my father will forgive me…