Forgive me if I don't believe a word coming out of your mouth.
Forgive me if I think you full of bull.
Forgive me if I tear up.
Forgive me if I want to scream at you.
Forgive me if I want to cry my eyes out.
Forgive me if I can't believe a single thing you said about love.
Forgive me if I can't believe a single thing you said about being proud.
Because, like you said.
"I don't see it in you."
Because if what you said were true,
You'd love me.
You'd be proud of me.
You'd accept me.
You wouldn't pressure me to be better than others.
You wouldn't make me feel obligated to you.
You would care about my feelings.
But, like you said.
"I don't see it in you."
I don't see love in your eyes.
You say it when you're pressured to.
You're not proud of me.
You never smile at me when I tell you about my achievements or say "good job".
You don't accept me.
You pressure me so much to be better than everyone else just for the sake of being better.
You make me feel obligated to you in every way.
You don't care about my feelings.
Just like you said.
"I don't see it in you."
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"All parents damage their children.
It cannot be helped.
Youth,
like
pristine glass,
absorbs the prints of its handlers.
Some parents smudge,
others crack,
a few
shatter
childhoods completely
into jagged little
pieces,
beyond repair."
Mitch Albom
You didn't shatter me, if that's what you're thinking, oh no.
You cracked me.
You bended me.
You are my baggage to go into the world with.
Not as big as it could've been, but still pretty damn big.
I? I am not beyond repair.
I am beyond repair by you.
You have no idea what scars you're leaving on me.
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