"I Pretend"
I whisper of things which I do not know…
Never knowing of which I feel…
I pretend in confusion to hold in my heart…
To value this which I have never had…
Never shown how by another…
I experience confusion in what I feel…
All that I have had is broken…
All that I have started seems to die…
He is not my father for he disowned me…
She could not be a mother never knowing how…
Told of hate and molded by their misfortunes…
I crawl to the darkness not to be seen…
I whisper of things which I do not know…
Love unrequited and tossed to the side…
He is gone as she is passed…
And I still whisper in darkness…
Stephenmichael…(11.22.10)
This writing is of pain…For I never knew either of them…
Mother or father…Never knew of their love.
How can I.
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