You left when I was only two,
you never even knew.
You never saw me grow up.
My need for you is like an empty cup.
The closest thing to a father I had was my older brother.
I'm the best I can be because of my mother.
Just realize I get what you mean,
I know how you act like someone who always wants to be seen.
You can't make up for what you put me through,
you walked out on us when I was two.
You ran out on me,
I just think that's shady.
June 20,2012
This is very emotional and penetrating. A touching thought. Excellent and I like all your short lined whispers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great job Anna. You got it off your chest trough your writes.