.Wednesday, January 27, 2010 ' 12:11 AM Y
& your love is all i ever wanted
Dear Mom & Dad,
After all these years do I need to introdce myself? If I really have to: I'm your child. You have brought me into this world and raise me what I'm today. Perhaps, yesterday have gone too fast that you have lost trace of time. Just in case you can't see me, I'm still here. And I, too, am Lost. So if I am not what I should be, please do no be too harsh with me, for I'm your product, and by my exaples, I advertise the quality standard of home where I came from. You often declare that you want to transform me, but how can I understand when your actions don't conform to your words? The quality standard is not consistent. Please do not point at one of my firends as an example of how I should behave, because by doing so you are admitting that they are doing a better job than you.
i have know that it was like to be all alone in the dark before... In my mother's womb. I thought that everything would change when I was retrieved to see the first light, but where is the light? It's still dark inside me and around me. I'm all alone. Not just alone in the house, but also alone in my heart, and my spirit. I feel abandoned, and it's frightening. There's a great frightening emptiness in me. I feel like a product on the shelf. Though standing alone, still you can't see me. You can't because you care not to; you just pass me by.
I remember how you are always trying to make me over. Why can't I be like my cousin, or the president of the class or the attractive teenager next door? You seem to be more interested in my school grades than in the condition of my soul. You give me the impression that it is better to be popular than to be pure; better to be beautiful on the outside that to have that inner glow that comes to one who loves me the most. I have been patiently waiting for you to gie me a room to grow but it seems as if I'm waitin in vain.
You say that you love me, and yet it has been years since you put your arms around me at bedtime to comfort me. Those precious hugs have now become so rare, that even touching hands no longer give warmth to out cold relationship. I remember telling you how lonely and confused I felt. But you never cared to feel my feelings. What can you say to someone who dosent listen to the voice of a child carving for attention, carving for love? I wish you have the answer, not on your lips but in your heart.
It is not always easy to say how I feel about you. For years I have left many of my thoughts unspoken, thinking there would be another time, perhaps, a better time to talk about, and yet time keeps passing by. And it makes me realize that the time is now to let you know. Now that I have spoken, will your heart remain silent? To me, your answer is an important as life itself
From,
Your Child
