I try so hard to make you proud
I will never know what its like to reach
Your Satisfaction.
I want to be loved by you--
Can I see you smile just once?
We both know the lows
We feel the same pain
We share darkness in our eyes
Is it so wrong to show these ghosts?
I wish I could buy back our time together
When we would laugh endlessly.
I feel like my five-year-old self,
Lying in bed,
Staring at the ceiling
Wondering if you were thinking of me.
And still, the tears flow at night while our laughter
Reverberates against these hollow walls.
What can I do so I don't disappoint you, father.
For I bring myself down
Knowing I cannot make you proud.
