Self-Less

Life gets complicated when you lose grip of who you are. Mold me like clay, I’d go that far. For your love, I would change every part of me. I would lose touch of my reality. I just want your affection, father, why don’t you want me? Don’t you know the countless tears I've wept because of you? All of the times I spent losing my own value? A shadow of who I used to be. Still longing for conversations, like the ones you outgrew. But for you, my love has remained true.