I get the feeling and I just go crazy, the pen is mightier than the sword, here...let me show you. I feel your life in my hands. I see the dreams I now command.
I'm a writer with a pen in my hand.
I draw the forces of the heavens for my designs.
I bring them down like Thor's hammer.
Strike and the words are out.
run and you'd better not stand about
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Just my middle name.
You want me to sit here waiting, anticipating your every whim.
You think you're some great thing you're nothing but my middle name.
I waited years for you to think I was something more than the boy who followed you around.
I've grown up now, have a shadowing my own. I can't wait for you to decide who you think I am.
I know who I am and you haven't cared for years about who I am or can be.
I gave you opportunities to come clean, to abandon your hate of me and my mouth.
I talk about my life and you act like it's some secret no one should know.
Get over yourself, I've got a family now.
You want me to shut up, maybe you should've thought of that before you threw me out.
I've changed in the years since you. I like myself and I'm no longer afraid of you.
You act like some victim with the words I say, hell you think you're the one who believes what you say.
I gave up on you when you told me I was worthless and would never become the man I came to be.
You haven't been a dad to me in fifteen years.
I moved on and gained a family.
You act like you're all hurt, dad you haven't been the man I needed for years.
I changed in the face of your lies. You act like you're some special case, like you're life is a hidden mystery.
I opened a book and let out the lies. You want to hide and act like my childhood didn't exist.
I'm a writer and I write about my life. Like I said before, you haven't been my dad for fifteen years.
My kids don't know your name. I see you in the mirror whenever I shave, you're my dad by blood, but you don't know who I am nor do you care. I gave up on you like you did me.
I tried to to be who I wanted to be without you guiding my fate, now I'm ready to perform without you there, but we both knew you wouldn't be there for things, just like my hockey games.
And you're still just my middle name.
You think you're some great thing you're nothing but my middle name.
I waited years for you to think I was something more than the boy who followed you around.
I've grown up now, have a shadowing my own. I can't wait for you to decide who you think I am.
I know who I am and you haven't cared for years about who I am or can be.
I gave you opportunities to come clean, to abandon your hate of me and my mouth.
I talk about my life and you act like it's some secret no one should know.
Get over yourself, I've got a family now.
You want me to shut up, maybe you should've thought of that before you threw me out.
I've changed in the years since you. I like myself and I'm no longer afraid of you.
You act like some victim with the words I say, hell you think you're the one who believes what you say.
I gave up on you when you told me I was worthless and would never become the man I came to be.
You haven't been a dad to me in fifteen years.
I moved on and gained a family.
You act like you're all hurt, dad you haven't been the man I needed for years.
I changed in the face of your lies. You act like you're some special case, like you're life is a hidden mystery.
I opened a book and let out the lies. You want to hide and act like my childhood didn't exist.
I'm a writer and I write about my life. Like I said before, you haven't been my dad for fifteen years.
My kids don't know your name. I see you in the mirror whenever I shave, you're my dad by blood, but you don't know who I am nor do you care. I gave up on you like you did me.
I tried to to be who I wanted to be without you guiding my fate, now I'm ready to perform without you there, but we both knew you wouldn't be there for things, just like my hockey games.
And you're still just my middle name.
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