Dear dad,
I know you’ll never see this,
I know you’ll never think that I am good enough,
I know you think I can’t accomplish easy tasks,
But please, hear me out.
I hate when you tell us not to cry, or not to swear,
Though by setting such an example of cussing,
What are we do think?
I know I am not your favourite,
Alasdair can not be beat.
My grades are not perfect,
The laundry is not always complete,
I am not made of infinate money to spend on myself.
I fear I shall never live up to this image of flawlessness and purity,
My dreams are of becoming respected in your eyes,
Possibly even gaining your trust and respect.
Though I know these things are virtually impossible,
I wish they come true, once a day.
I wish you could be content with my achievements,
Push me when I need it,
Apriciate me and how far I have come.
I know that wishes will not fulfill this emptiness I find in myself,
All I want is for me to make you proud.
I apologize I cannot be your one and only impecable, idyllic daughter who has all the time in the world.
I do not plan on you ever viewing this,
In fear of a family feud starting WWIII.
I beg you for just one emotion towards me.
For just once in our lifetimes,
Someday, when I achieve everything,
Can you tell me you are proud?
