My Worst

Hey dad,
please talk to me.
There's something I need to say.
I've realized something.
Just hear me out and you'll know I'm right.
I'll never be good enough for you.
I'll never meet your expectations.
And we're growing apart so fast
that I can barely tell what you want anymore.
All the things that you've said
hurt worse than you'll ever know.
And now we can't go back.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
But I'm always at my worst when I'm with you.
My mood so dark that I can't see.
You'll never understand how hard it is
and how bad it hurts to be me near you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Brown Avatar
November 23, 2010 at 6:24 AM
Congratulations on your win in PD'S contest Sierra. Love, Carol
Kendrick Avatar
November 22, 2010 at 4:16 PM
Congratulations on your win in this fine contest..Sara
Dietrich Avatar
November 21, 2010 at 3:07 PM
If this is your worst, you must be a very good writer, Sierra. This is not so bad, but congrats on the win!! LUv, Andrea
Mehta Avatar
November 21, 2010 at 12:48 PM
Congratulations on this well deserved win, sierra
Mehta Avatar
November 21, 2010 at 10:56 AM
sierra...congrats on big win.......... Luv/Best wishes.......Hitendra Mehta
Neels Avatar
November 21, 2010 at 10:03 AM
Sierra, this is such a deep emotional write.. Congratulations on your win in Pd's contest ;) Wilma
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November 21, 2010 at 9:26 AM
Sierra, , Congratulations, Had lots of fun with this contest,, have a nice and wonderful day,..p.d.
Gould Avatar
November 15, 2010 at 12:17 PM
Very deep write. Often times, they don't understand, so do what's best for you. Even if it means letting some bridges burn. -Erica
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