Why did you become the man you are,
how could you know so much
and understand so little?
Why was your approval so conditional,
my meager successes pleasing you
the many failures blurring your vision?
How could you impose years of cruel silences,
for some imagined transgression,
always misunderstanding, never knowing?
Don't you know you sealed my fate
when you left your six-year old standing,
silently screaming, in the confusion.
And in your arrogance you dare to judge me,
you dare to treat me with contempt,
you dare not to love me?
Don't ever look for yourself in me,
you will find no reflection
to satisfy your ego.
For I no longer need your approval,
and regardless of all the open questions,
I do dare to love you still.
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killea: Thanks Lief.
Nice one Love!
(and I do dare to love you too...;-)
killea: Thank you darling.
Goed zo, geef maar flink tegengas. In de op-een-na-laatste-regel staat volgens mij een "the" teveel?? gr, lin
killea: thank you for that - have corrected it.
My father always told me there are many animals but only two kinds of dirty beasts; The pigs and human be´ngs, don t try to understand them. Its an endless journey.
xx Frans I do also hate all my beloved ones
killea: Thanks, Francis. I think your father was wrong, there is only one
dirty beast and it is not the pigs.
Great !! Heel goed neergezet, groetjes.
killea: Thanks, otiske.
Thank god for the absence of reflection !
I guess that's the problem with us, women : we dare to love them still ...
killea: Isn't that the truth!
please translated 'Pater' for me in this context
(heel dank je wel)
killea: Latin for Father