• Who I am
    Is not who
    You see,
    Not who
    You want me
    To be.
    Not your perfect son,
    But instead
    A Failure.
    Never good enough
    For you.
    Always one step
    Short of
    Your Pride,
    Your Love,
    Your Acceptance.
    Never aloud to
    Feel bad,
    Feel Sad,
    Feel Loved,
    Or feel Good.
    You leave me
    With one
    Choice.
    To end
    The torture
    of life.
    To at last,
    Finally say
    Goodbye