I've always looked for your approval,
When it never should have mattered,
And now the only thing I seek of this family, is removal.
A child's heart; you have torn, broken, bruised and battered.
You disgust me, father,
You told me so yourself, that you wish I wasn't born,
And although we couldn't wish to be farther,
It seems that your morals are torn.
Keep me, a useless daughter,
Or uphold the family name.
Disown this child let, her run like water,
Because you couldn't keep her tame.
Fear not, I shall leave and that with glee,
But until then, I shall remind you, that children are meant to be free.
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Random Poems
RandomThese are some random poems-thingies that I have written. Yes I know they ACTUALLY suck. But whatever. Sometimes it feels good to let out random emotions in an indecipherable string of words.
