Every day I just want to know 

if you’re proud of me 

I make mistakes 

I know. Is it too late for me?

You’d be better off here than me.

How can I become more like you

And less like me


I think about it all the time 

Is it hard to see?

I don’t really think,

but that’s just doubt maybe.





This poem is about: 
My family


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