Daughter to Donor

It doesn't seem to matter how many times I tell the <>
I am not okay.
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It's been building        , f e s t e r i n g inside,
A wound that just won't GO A
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Sometimes it's like you've never even existed,
And I'm okay with that!
Then a song comes on the radio,
And brings with it the resentment back.

I loved you  T   H   I   S  much,
((even though you never really loved me.))
And I've never really moved on,
I guess that's just the child in me.

But speaking of child.
Now I have two of my own,
And I can say without a doubt,
I could never leave them on their own.

And I'm grateful for all that I had but, 
It doesn't matter if I still had my mom day after day.
I needed my dad,
How d.a.r.e. you take that away?!
What could have stopped you?
The threat of a jail cell?
It wasn't worth it just so I'd know,
You weren't all show, and never tell?

Did I do something wrong?
Because you turned your back.
And now that times gone by,
I'm supposed to just
Forgive and F
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that?

F.o.r.g.e.t. how you weren't there when I needed you most?
Need you now, no.
Want you now?
Almost.

Reviews

[1VJ]

Personally, I'm not crazy about what you did with the font, up and away, I found it distracting but that's just my opinion, the sentiments are undeniably potent, and that's the most important thing in poetry. Well done.