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I've come to realize

that

whether it be the depths of my grave

or my crowning achievement

I will not be able to please you

Yet

that is not my desire

I no longer wish

to strive to make you proud

Because no one thing I could do

could spark one strand of happiness within you

So many things

I brought to your attention

that you brushed off

Responding in monotone,

"That's a requirement not an achievement"

Father,

man who raised me,

show a little compassion, love, care

for me

I grow up

knowing one kind of man

the kind of man I don't long to be with

A demonstration

you should've been

yet you ended up

being an example

All the things you were deprived as a child

were the very things you displaced on me

I cannot speak from any other place

other than the pits of my heart

But

somewhere deep in my heart

I still need a relationship with you

with the ink that bleeds from my heart

onto this paper

I want you to know

that you were right

Every good thing I ever achieved,

Every goal reached,

Every grain of my existence,

you're responsible

As sarcastic as this poem may seem

these words come from deep within

and sincerely, wholeheartedly, and lovingly

I thank you.

Thank you

for the anger you arise

in me everyday that drives me to move forward

to go against all odds

your odds that you have set out for me

To climb the ladder to my success

All of which would not responsible

had it not been constant

verbal abuse, negativity, and controlling ways

Thank you,

for giving me the extra push to

achieve things that were not my initial goals

You are responsible

for all my levels of success