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You look at me -
But you don't see me!
You look at me
with a soul filled with hate.
with a soul filled with disgust.
I love you! Your tongue
utters yet your hands are lifted
with hate as you strike me.
"Bastard"
"You're a failure"
"Go and never come back"
You utter time and time again
as you look at me.
You look at me
and instead of seeing your son
You see a mistake.
'At least - That's what I see'
Not a lot of people know this because I don’t share things about myself. A lot is due to how I was raised and I’ve just learned to keep quiet about what’s going on in my life. I don’t like sharing my wins or my losses. I just don’t - and as I write this, I still don’t. Something in me from childhood screams “DON’T” maybe someday I’ll dive into that with essays. To understand my life. But before that time comes, I wrote a poem last week that I believe it’s time to publish into the world. I talked about the idea on my last podcast with the wonderful, beautiful and charming . Today, I share it because it’s Sunday and it’s time to let it go.
What a lot of people don’t know is that I love Doctor Who. And I learn a lot from the Doctor. While watching many years ago, I heard something that came back last Sunday - and that is somewhat the foundation to the poem you just read.
Before I go, If you enjoy reading my words, subscribe dear reader (if you haven’t) and if you have, thank you - Buy my book :) It’s about a lady called Emelia and her quest to save her soul.
