Heartthorne

Mother, can you forgive me

Can I wipe away your tears?

Father, do you hate me

Am I the product of your fears?

Thus questions asked

But never spoken

Never uttered in the faintest sense.

I’ve become what you feared

I’ve become what you hate.

But I’m just me

Is it too late?

Now that the mask has slipped

My heart has been tipped

Do you still love the daughter you bore?

Am I too much for wicked eyes?

Do I deceive your dreams?

Your hopes

Of something better

The truth is, this is me

This is who I am

I lack ambition

I lack care

This heart

Is all I fair

And a heavy heart it is

Catching on the winds

Splattering against the trees

Nothing but silence

My emotions spill out

Like pools of crimson

My emotions spill out

At any chance they get

I have no control

It’s not your fault