Fear, that's the one word that I could think to understand our relationship.
Am I supposed to feel that way? No, of course not.
That I can tell, became you try to pretend it's not that way.
Has that been a way of coping.
Everything is now a question turned on me, had I messed up?
React, that's how I react. Questioning myself, what had a done wrong? How did I mess it up?
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- Comment from author about the poem: Before I could even remember I've been scared to ask my father anything, I'd ask my younger sibling. I was scared, I've been questioning myself for what I've done wrong. Yeah, it spells out father, you can look again if you didn't catch that.
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If your grown up at first place you should try to leave that place if possible you will die of things if not
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