Broken Boy
I see you sitting in that chair
Your place of retirement
Your slave ship
I see the despair in your eyes
Once ruled with an iron fist
Now unable to care for yourself
You are a man
You are my father
But when I look upon you
I see a broken boy
Created by parents that weren't quite right
I see your demons emerge from time to time
I watched you fight them all my life
I saw what they would allow and wouldn't allow you to do
You are not past hope
You are not broken fully
GET UP!
You went to that place everyday to make a life for us
Now worry about you
Take Care of you
All your things won't fix what's broken
They are things
All those books you've read
Go to those places
This is your time
Your work is done
Start living and Stop dying
Do you realize the hypocrisy
Of the man who preached mental toughness
Now to weak to even put down the food
To big to leave the house
It is hard to watch the man that calloused me to damage
From the outside world
We are not impervious
You are that broken boy
I thank you for not breaking me the way they broke you
All you've ever wanted is their approval
You will not get it
Thank you for letting me know things I have done made you proud
That is what you wanted from them
I tell you now, I am proud to be part of you
I am proud you are part of me
I am proud at who you made me
I am not a broken boy
Because the broken boy made sure the cycle did not repeat itself
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