Last poem of tonight. I needed to get this one out before I lost it.
"Daughter Unfulfilled"
"My vision is barraged by specific order.
Like binary code.
I can't emerge from this tomb.
from your graces.
Alleviate my stress.
Your faith is gone.
I am your failure.
Your black sheep.
Burn the ivy by the front door.
Burn it with your expectations.
Make me your drone,
and hide your shame.
Turn back,
before your disappointment suffocates.
Your wanted more,
a trophy.
I cannot apologize more,
but beg for you to stop for,
I am your daughter unfulfilled."
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