Paternal
Before you died you haunted me
An imaginary grip so tight I couldn't breathe
The imprint you left
Was like a fresh handprint on concrete
Reminding me of a daily defeat
It's like I will use the pain
As a means to escape the emotional game
A form of self hate
But at least the scars fade
While it would be healthier to let it all out
My screams are masked my echos of self doubt
Playing on repeate
Reminding me sow what we reape
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