I think the weirdest part is the realization of it all
I think the most hurtful part isn't the leaving,
But the memories and love that you leave behind
"Always do what's best for you" they say
"Put yourself first..."
Then why is it so hard to do so?
Why do I withhold myself from leaving just to spare their feelings?
When in fact they are the ones who opened the door in the first place.
I think the anger stems from them making you walk away in the first place
It's not strong
It's not selfless
It's heartbreaking.
Why do I have to be the one to leave when all you've ever done is hurt me?
Why am I the one who cries cold tears at night because of your words?
Why do I have to be the adult?
Why do I have to clean up your messes?
Why dad?
Why me...?
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality