Insignificant and dependent as I was on my first day, I have followed your noble path only to be led astray. You failed to show the affection that I yearned, for far too long. So I have grown into my own and this is my swan song. I was once so brand new; I would hang on to your every word. The hostility has since faded, the resentment has since deterred. I prevented myself from falling further astray. And promised myself that solely you I would obey. You expected me to lie to you, as if this were a game. Even still, the slightest look from you is enough to put me to shame. I refuse to hide any longer; this is the person I have become. I cannot repent, to your wishes I will not succumb. I came to you with my secrets, my sorrows and my pain. I wanted you to listen, instead you regarded me with such disdain. I desired to fill you with pride in all the goals that I have achieved. Instead, I am filled with hunger, longing for a reprieve. I pray that soon you can look at me and proclaim. That I am the son that has brought you fortune and fame. I pray that you will realize all the harm that you have caused, all the damage you have done on my life indefinitely paused. I am merely a prisoner here, in your Alcatraz. I am the foul sounding notes, in your otherwise poignant jazz. I am your undoing, the child you most certainly regret. But most of all, I am a reminder of the pain you would much rather forget.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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