Hey Dad… It’s me again. I have to reach out to you again, because I’m not happy. I’m trying so hard. But, Dad, how do I fight against the lack of awareness? Ignorance?
The lack of emotional intelligence?
How do I fill out these holes that cover the brightest sun, Dad?
How do I create something that doesn’t exist? What do I do if someone doesn’t see me? Doesn't she hear me? Doesn't she comprehend me?
What do I do, Dad, to be seen and understood?
What do I do with all the guilt that comes with feeling this way?
What do I do, Dad?
