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for my 'dad'
Feelings of hate go through my mind
Feelings of anger make me blind I cried for years to fight myself and the tears I had to conquer it Otherwise it would kill me bit by bit For a long time I thought I couldn't defeat the feeling A long time sitting and staring at the ceiling Many times I wondered how I would be If my biological father wasn't here with me What would have happened if he didn't 'raise us' us the way he thougt 'raising' should be Would we be the 'family' I always dreamed of, the family who all people were proud to see This dream kept me strong when it was needed This dream kept me alive and succeeded I'm not the scared person anymore The person that I was when he knocked me on the floor All the things he did to me Made me clear to see That I was the strongest person In just another 'version' ' I just want YOU to say a bit mad That you are not worth calling yourself 'dad' Remember It's not U who won It's ME who won |
gedicht is mooi...
de voorgeschiedenis niet... http://forum.scholieren.com/frown.gif |
Wat een mooi gedicht, ik snap niet hoe iemand dat kan, jij hebt echt talent...ik zou het in ieder geval niet zo mooi kunnen als jij...
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mooi gedaan http://forum.scholieren.com/smile.gif wel wat trietug http://forum.scholieren.com/frown.gif
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hartstikke mooi gedicht.. http://forum.scholieren.com/smile.gif
raak er een beetje spraakeloos van.. |
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