Father

Father



He watches all I ever do.
I want to be a good child to him more than anything else.
I rarely know what he wants, but my guesses lead my way.
Every decision I make is based on what I think he wants me
to do.

I am afraid of his wrath.
Even when I see no real sign that he is displeased, I still
fear punishment.
I try to convince myself that there are things he does not
know about me, but I fail.
I know that he can see right through me, and read every bad
thought I have.
I drive these thoughts away, but they keep coming back.

I want to earn his love and his pride.
He hardly ever shows me that he is satisfied,
And when he does, I am not sure that I understood it
correctly.
I count every success and every failure, hoping the count
is the same as his.


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When times get hard and I feel I have failed him, I try to
imagine my life without him:
The love I feel for him is the strongest most beautiful
emotion that I have ever had.
I would not have wanted to grow up without him or his
guidance.
I am lucky that I have such a strong father,
Who has given me his protection whenever it was possible.
I owe him all that I have and ever will, and for that I am
eternally grateful.
I pray everyday that he knows how devoted I am to him.

Beast

I am the strong and the brave.
I control the lion in my ring decisively, and you all adore
me.
Some call me cruel, for I am striking at my loved one with
a long whip.

But the whip hardly tingles the huge beast, and she
forgives me easily.
She knows I need it, so I can feel in control.
Her love for me comes from strength.
While it may seem she needs me for her food and for the
roof over her head,
We both know I am the one needing her.

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I fear her so, and I cannot show it.
Whenever you are watching, she makes me put my head between
her jaws.
While you think I am fearless, my life is hers for the
take.
You think I am safe, just because we do it everyday,
But deep down I know it is just a matter of time.

One day she will grow tired of the act.
How long can we live our lives just for the show?
The bite could be swift, so I will not feel a thing.
But for her to enjoy it, she must eat me alive.
She will not leave one part of me whole.
She must show the world that I mean nothing to her.

And the crowd will love every minute.
The best stories and songs are written on such occasions.
No one will remember I was there once too, and no more.