Categories > Original > Poetry > they'll never understand 'cause they were understood
to dad.
why do you go around
saying these things that you don't mean?
but you say you do,
but really, you don't.
it's sickening to hold everything in, like
i used to,
because everything's built up
and
everything's seething over
and
i wish you would just stop.
you're taking a toll on me,
you're wearing me out,
the one time i try is the one time you doubt.
atleast it wouldn't be so bad
if you stopped when you should
or even if you
appologized.
i guess that's too much to wish for.
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