I am grateful

For coming from your womb

Later things went downhill

When I came out.

You loved me a lot

Then, when I was a child

Now, it appears

Its no longer there.

Indeed, there is a craving for success

But I see you deep in despair.

The comparisons to inspire

Has caught me up in self doubt

Whatever I say,

Causes you headaches.

A perfect child

Sadly, I wasn’t the one.

Maybe, the next time

We may have the pleasure

Of living with the facts

Not the images

That we have built.








Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s