I did not ask to breathe this air,
To blink beneath your heavy stare.
You planted seeds not out of need—
But just to watch your garden breed.
You dreamed of me, or so you said,
A child to crown your marriage bed.
But once I came, the dream was done—
And you moved on to chase the sun.
I craved your arms, your voice, your eyes,
But all I earned were measured ties.
A’s and trophies bought your grace,
Your love was tied to my “first place.”
They say a parent’s love is free—
But love, for you, had a receipt.
It cost me sleep, it cost me tears,
It cost me joy for fleeting cheers.
And when I failed, or asked for more,
You shut the warmth behind a door.
A silent gaze, a loaded sigh—
As if I should apologize.
Still… I try.
Because you gave me birth and name,
A roof, a meal, a family’s claim.
I wear the chains that gratitude weaves,
Even when my spirit grieves.
Do I love you? I don’t know.
My heart swings fast, then drops too low.
You were the sky, then turned to wall—
I reach for you, but always fall.
And now I see—I was your dream,
Not flesh and soul, but stitched-up seam
Of what you hoped, not who I am—
A vessel in your lifelong plan.
But dreams, once met, are cast aside,
Like fireworks lost to morning tide.
You dreamed of birth, not who I'd be,
You made a child, but not for me.
# Mr PM and Mrs CEO
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