These Tears

by chris   Sep 3, 2005


The tears,
That run down my face,
Can not describe.
The pain, I feel
My dreams shattered,
My spirit shot,
Everything seemed to be together,
I was finally alive,
And it was ripped away.
These tears,
I cry,
Not for myself,
But because he doesnt care,
My tears,
Are for his lose.
I just wish he saw me,
For me.
And the person I can be,
Not the failure he sees.
I still think I can,
And will.
Do something great.
I am just afraid,
It wont be good enough,
For him.
These tears,
I cry
Are because,
With all his stubbornness,
He kills a part of me.
I know I wasnt the perfect child.
I know I made mistakes.
But how else do I learn.
These tears,
I cry.
Are because you taught me.
How to hate,
Not to love.
These tears,
I cry
Are because you are blind.
And cant see,
Me.
Nothing I have done,
Has lived up to
Your expectations.
No one I have ever met
Has made me wish for death,
But you do.
And you are suppose to love,
And help me.
These tears,
I cry
Are for you,
And I am not
Really sure why.
All it would have took,
Is just one second.
To show you where there,
And you cared.
But every time I need you.
You turn,
Your back,
And slowly walk away.
These tears,
I cry,
Are for you,
Because you are my dad.
And through it all,
I do love you.

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  • 17 years ago

    by smile

    This is not a poem in the true sense and i feel it lacks in structure some what, (basic flow and rythmatic beats)
    Yet because of the nature of this poem (dis-functional parents) it seems to suit it
    very well planned on that side.
    was it intentional?
    or were you just so wound up at that moment the words just wrote there own poem?
    anyways you must be a true genius.

    great poem never the less

    **smile**