You followed the book, each page, each line,
Raised me up by design, not by sign.
Rules and routines, cold as stone,
Yet never saw me, never known.
You said, "Be strong, stand on your own,"
But never asked what seeds were sown.
You disciplined, you gave commands,
Yet never held my outstretched hands.
In your eyes, I was just a task,
To mold, to shape, yet never ask,
What did I need? What did I feel?
Your love felt distant, never real.
Now I’ve grown, I stand apart,
Independent, guarding heart.
You wonder why I never call,
Why I don’t lean on you at all.
But you built walls, you kept me far,
Now I’ve outgrown where those walls are.
And when I walk away, it’s clear—
You’re lost in what you wouldn't hear.
You wanted strength, you pushed me free,
But never thought what that would be.
Now when I don’t come running home,
You mourn a bond you’ve never known.