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see inside

and you will find

a not so empty hole

just, as of yet,

unfilled.

i refuse to be disowned

and tossed out with the morning trash

for just as your rejection is slow

my will to now care is slower

and i feel coddled in my indifference.

oh, do not get me worng,

i still anguish over

whether there will be

and extra place set

at your acceptance table

or if i am to wait for

my scraps of affection

out with the dogs

to be petted and stepped over

and put out when the first of your

"Guests"

arrive.

my desensitized heart

is fragile thin

so just the thought of you

stings like salt

into the open wound of my

childhood denial

as your love burns me

in the memory of its'

acidic kiss.

its' intentions now clear

as the draining grip you held

on my self esteem.

i am not what you wanted,

i know.

this empty shell could not

make you proud

nor could it be the happiness

you dreamed i'd be.

i am not your child.

i cannot leave my residue on your memories

as you have scrubbed tham away

with the other needless

filth and stains.

(so easy to forget,

only to trip over in the dark)

to fly?

to shed your iron wings and fly above your

surreal expectations,

i could not.

sorry, daddy.

i really did try.

but i go on.

this shell is not yet broken

as you so willingly wished it to be.

i will not allow myself to fall from your

cold stone pedistal.

i will not falter as i forage my way through your

valley of lies.

i do not plead to be held.

only heard.

I AM YOU.

*remember me*