In my mind, still lives the old him.
Trust me, he was once kind,
Or maybe I was the one who was just blind,
Trying to see if there was anything I could find,
Anything that would make me feel loved.
Some days are just a reminder,
That he sees me as an outsider,
I wouldn’t say he was a hider,
‘Cause I was known, but never recognised and prioritised.
My only wish was to experience his love,
One that he gave to them,
As precious as a gem,
One that I was not given a chance to feel,
And under this circumstance, I was told to just heal,
But all I ever wanted was to feel a father’s love.