***In the eyes of an eight year old boy***
How am I suppose to be the man they want me to be,
When the men I look up to keeps walking out on me.
Did I do something wrong…
To make them feel like they didn’t belong…
I’m Eight…
Eight…
Eight…
Yet this seems to be my faith
To be alone
In a broken home.
Who am I suppose to be?
A dad whose never been there from the time I entered the world.
Or the step dad I valued that left my mom for another girl.
What am I suppose to do
When times get tough?
Who do I turn to
When I’ve had enough?
How can I…
Live in a world where love has no value.
Kindness means nothing.
The promise of a call on the phone that never rings
Gifts are taken away…
How can I…
Make myself better
So that he would stay…
And be with me.
Didn’t they love me?
I must have asked my mother
This question a million times
Yes, she says with a smile
I know its a lie
Because I see the tears in her eyes.
It’s killing her inside
To see me try to decide
To be the “GOOD” man I’m suppose to be.
But
I’m Eight…
Eight…
Eight…
Yet this seems to be my faith
And I’m angry
When I have all rights to be
Because when you walked away from my mom
You also walked away from ME.
hikaricherryblossoms 
Deep but I like it.
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Thank you. It hits home for me.
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It pains me that any child should feel this way. I look at my girls and the thought of them feeling like I wasn’t there would just crush me.
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My son is going through a lot. I just wrote it based off of conversations with him. It’s so hard seeing him struggle with this. Your girls are very lucky.
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I’m sorry to hear that. I hope things work it’s self out for you guys.
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Thank you. Time heals all wounds.
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