You turned a blind eye to my suffering
Many times I tried to tell you
But you were too busy.
I've made myself successful
Despite no support from you.
Every time I talk about my issues
You somehow have to turn it back to you.
Why can't you accept me as I am?
For too many years I seeked your approval
No more, no more, no more!
Time and time again your've proven to me
That in your eyes I'll never measure up.
But whose standard is it?
Yours?  Or what your friends think I should be?
I've cried for your attention, begged, pleaded
But I'm never important enough for your attention.
You wonder why I seem distant and cold
When you mention your ills.
Where were you when I was having surgery?
You were at a stupid convention.
I could have died! but never mind
Hope you had a great time.