This was what you always wanted,
a child you couldĀ be proud of.
so i worked hard enough,
waiting for you to notice,
waiting for you to see me,
treasure me,
be proud of me.
several nights i cried,
several mornings i tried to smile.
daddy see me, see what i have done,
see what i have achieved.
you are blind to me and it hurts.
as i lay down to sleep,
i pray that one day i would hear these words from you lips,
'i'm proud of you'
even just once
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