Now the pain has ended.
And I can only feel the worries of life creeping up to my dreams.
Those dreams that have become nightmares.
Nightmares that are no more than reality.
I have been told I act like him.
Is this true?
Will I end up like him?
The father he was to me but the father he isn’t.
Will I walk out on my family’s dreams? Only to be seen in their nightmares.
The tears stopped rolling down my cheeks.
The happiness is gaining acceptance in my cold life.
But the sorrow remains.
Not only for the tears.
For the memories I have wasted on no memories at all.
This poem was written/submitted by aliya age:12.