You Don't Know Me
If only things were different
By Karen BruyeaPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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So many times I wanted to share;But I knew deep down you really didn't care.
Do you know I write poems? Of course you do;I once wrote and framed one just for you.
Do you know I love to draw? Probably not, youreally don't know me or give me much thought.
You took away what can't be replaced; The innocence of a child and the life that I would face.
By,Karen Bruyea
I wrote this about my dad who never wanted to get to know me. I was never good enough in his eyes. It's amazing to me that a father can do what mine did and continue as though nothing happened.
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