I crave for your approval
like I did for my Dad’s
back in school:
for my marks, my jokes and
silly dreams.
.
I want all your approval
the way I get it from my Dad
nowadays:
for my job, my jokes and
unlived dreams.
.
needing your approval
is like going back in time,
to the girl
who’s thinking of her dreams
as something to be judged – and finally dismissed.
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