inexcusable use of my time.

everytime i think everything will be okay

you remind me that that will never be the way

things will never be perfect, happy, or content

you will never be proud enough

or see my accomplishments

you will never be the father that I deserved as a child

I will never let you bring me down

not for a second, never for a while
you will never see me as others do
you will never appreciate me
the way that I once did you
you will always walk with your eyes closed to what is precious
you will never see what good things you have
you are too pretensious.
you are callus, you are smug.
you simply don't deserve my love.

Parliament Hill, Ottawa, On

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