Leaving You Behind
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I shut my door upon you,
upon your greasy hair
that drips
insecurities onto my lap.
Upon your crooked nose,
as it tries to pry
itself through
the crack of light...
But most of all
upon your hands,
for never combing my hair,
never hugging me.
Please understand
that there is no choice,
Only the demands you make
I am not good enough to acheive.