Can’t you see we have the same face
But you’ll never see me that way
What would it take
For me to be seen as more than a mistake
As I write this on the typewriter you gave me
I wonder who really made me
I destroyed my life to get you to see me
but you didn’t
I rebuilt that same life into something beautiful
but you still didn’t see me
What is left to do
To be seen by the ones you belong to
To be heard
Whether it’s cries for attention or cries for help
What now
I sit in a room full of people who created me
A bond built by blood you can’t even give me
A call I’ll never receive
No matter how long I wait for it
They say blood is thicker than water
But the thinness of this descent has always broken me
No matter how many times I reach out for your hand
I’m left with nothing but the air that surrounds me
But didn’t you create me?
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2021 19:03
- Category: Family
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Comments2
We are given the tools to create the future 'us'. Regrets will only serve as a flaw.
I'm blown away because you put something into words that is so difficult to express. Being denied love and acceptance by the very people who brought you into the world is a difficult pill to swallow. But I get you here - for real. The full quote goes something like, "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb" , actually saying that there are stronger bonds than the family bond. Us "black sheep" should stick together. 😉
Thank you, I loved reading that. And yes we should!🖤
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