Incomplete Dream

Dulce
My name
Describes me
Almost perfectly

Telling people
who don't know me;
Who
And
How
I am
Sweet.

If only
my name
Meant something
to you
I know your tricks
spiting
lies
through your
slit tongue

Each fluent lie
people hear
from your compelling mouth
is coiled around their sense
of intuition
digging
your razor sharp talones
into their minds;
Clouding
Their views
From the truth.

I have
and will
Confess
that I
A sweet
Innocent
Young woman
have come to realize
that you
have no room
in your dime-sized
heart
For a hurt woman
who desperatly wants
her father's love.

Even as a little girl
Your nepotism
had never been
for the quiet girl,
the sobbing girl,
the girl
who never bothered
or even asked
to be hated
by someone
she was supposed to look up to.
Someone
she was supposed to call
Daddy.

You stood there
Laughing
vomiting cruel words
into my face
spewing into my brain
making a once clueless
shy little girl
process
these harsh words
into her franticly learning brain
making her transform
into who I am now.

Your "love"
for me
is a mere hallucination;
barely even present in your eyes
when I muster enough courage
to speak out.
But even when I am at my most vulnerable state of mind
You go ahead
And drench me
In lies,
False promises,
And agonizing pain
That seems to find its way
back into my fragmented heart
Just to cut the threads
that temporarily keep my heart together
making my fabricated heart
fall to pieces
before your eyes
Satisfaction.

I am deeply sorry
That I ruined your life
That my mom and I
had you suffer
In order to keep us alive
but don't you dare
look at me
with those burning eyes
that speak in vicious tongues
saying
"You were a mistake"
because I know
I have a purpose
and that purpose,
is to clear the minds of the tainted
people like you
To help them see their children through clear eyes:
Wake up.

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