Dear Dad

Sometimes I think you know me the best

And sometimes you don’t know me at all.

We come close, stop and then move back

Just like two smillar magnet poles.

The roles are not fixed, they never were.

Chasing eachother in this quagmire.

 

When you praise me, I want to shout “shut up”

Because don’t you remember, it was

only days, hours or probably minutes ago

when you told me that I was not good enough.

 

I am just a child. Why don’t you hug me anymore?

Is it because you took that seriously, when

only days, hours or probably minutes ago

I told you to , just leave me alone?

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