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Fade

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I’ve tried so hard to make you see
Opened all the lights on all sides,
Though, I think it was too bright
You were blinded by it.

I’ve tried so hard to make you listen
I shout from the top of my lungs
But without any air,
I think you’ve gone deaf from it.

I wonder if you even feel my pain and my love for you
Though, like you raised me once, I am grateful
And like you fed me once, I am thankful
Funny how I stand up when you always put me down

Still I wonder if you even tried to change
Even if you already knew
And I wonder if I should change
Just to suit you.

I have my own life now.
And that scares you and me both
Now, your nightmare has come
I sit in the corner of your heart
Where you can never hurt me again.

And like the tree to its seeds
I am as stubborn as you

But I want you to know before it all fades...
My love for you will stay
You'll always be my father and I'll always be your baby
Like forver and a day.
This is about what's happening between me and my dad. How things I feel now that I drifted away.
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lotharioart's avatar
A piece I think anyone could relate to. No harbored ill-will but mainly pent-up dysfunctional misunderstandings towards the parenting unit, specifically our Dads!
Yes, we all watch the popcorn movies saying their cliched messages; telling us not to wait 'til it's too late and shit. Urging us to finally put an end to both the stubborness and unspoken pride against our dads. But hell it's a mutual feeling, a symbiosis if you will: our dads hates us and we hate our dads; no family's perfect but I bet we all want to feel what the prodigal son might have felt when his dad still took him with open arms in spite of everything. No matter how fabled that picturesque moment is we know it sends a tear down our eyes, a scene that can make even grown men cry.
...I suppose in our own time we all can have that long awaited embrace and "I'm sorry's!", hopefully!
Fade an anthem to the stubborness of dad and kin.