There was a part of me
That always believed
That you were not proud of me
Maybe it was an offhand comment
I heard in my early youth
Or just the fact
I was a granddaughter
Who never came to see you
So when you say your proud
And that I worked so hard
I can't help but leak tears
On my birthday card
YOU ARE READING
The Complete Chronological Works
PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
