for my 'dad'

[guru]

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

[stalkgirl]

gedicht is mooi...
de voorgeschiedenis niet...

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...

[Vork]

mooi gedaan wel wat trietug

[Angel in disguise]

hartstikke mooi gedicht..
raak er een beetje spraakeloos van..

[Marc S]

Nogal wat :/

Wel mooi omschreven