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I Hate You Father

I stood in front of the mirror

Talked to myself over and over

Why I just can’t speak out loud

Bring my thoughts to the surface

I guess I was so afraid

 

But now, after what I’m beneath

Struggling to look again to the pale moon’s light

The same light which hold my eyes

I’ve lived long enough in this disguise

To see all the people I cared for betray me

Spitting on my soul as they killed it

 

Long before I was born, I was cursed

Cursed to carry the world’s lies

I’m lost, seeking the beauty within

The rain I used to love stopped falling

Just blowing winds coming at my window

Making ice drops from my tears

 

I’ve spent 1000 nights staring at the sky

Until I seduced the dark

Until I touched the unseen tortured lights

Until I discovered the true lie

 

Behind me there was broken glass

In front there was a dying dove

Looking at me with despise

Trees of blazing light surrounding me

Blinding my eyes

The dove’s completely black eyes

 

Then I closed my eyes

To hear the silence of night

To remember the cruel childhood games

The green woods and the silver lakes

I used to hide in to cry

 

A music box without a sound

A park without the children’s laughter

A book without a title

A bottle without a wine

That’s what I can remember

That’s all what’ve left

From my broken home

 

I opened my eyes again

Yet still the same dying dove

Yet I’m still in the same glass scenery

 

Then I screamed and screamed

Nobody answered but the crows

They cried upon the air

And then they left so far away

 

My bleed will keep on descending

All I need is to close my eyes again

And leave my body to die

 

Cause I don’t want to go back

I don’t want to be home

To hear the sound of the dead walls

Listen to the gloomy light talking unbearable words

 

I lost all I used to have

And now I’m gambling on all that I don’t have

The butterfly, the amaranth and the rapture light

I’m a loner longing for the last dream

The greed that I lost inside my soul

 

Forgive me my father

For nothing I did

You were never sorry, never wrong

But someday you’ll cry blood instead of tears

For all what you did to me

Forsaken me like the tree forsakes the flowers

Leaving me in the dark, while you could’ve put in the light

 

You kept on blaming me

Killing my innocence was not enough

So you killed my heart

Squeezed it in your bare hands

 

I’m sorry for nothing you gave

Not a word, not a whisper

But I’m not sorry for

Hating you, hating you all.

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Simple words, yet, very expressive. It's a sad poem that I could also relate to. My mother is the one i hate as a matter of fact. I wish she could understand English so that one day I would read her your poem out loud. Keep up the good work. Hug.