I went and visited you today,
it's not like you noticed,
you paid me the same amount of attention alive,
as you now do from your grave,
you always loved my cousins more,
even my lazy *** brother came before me,
i was always put lastt,
when it came to giving presents,
that it would be some lame old thing,
something from the back of your cupboard or attic,
you used to say how much you loved your family,
yet for me all you had was spite,
another grandson is waht you wanted,
and instead you had to put up with me,
another person to carry on the ******* name,
i wasn't what you wanted,
i wasn't what you hoped for,
i bet your turning in you grave right now,
just because i mentioned your name,
you hated me from the very begining,
i never did anything to you,
it was always me you said,
stomping on your gravestone,
well today i did jsut that,
maybe you could see into the future,
maybe that's why you never cared,
maybe you could see what i did,
but not why i did it,
it's a vicious circle that could possibly not exist,
but whatever your reasons,
i'm proving to you now,
maybe i was worth your time,
maybe if you'd spent a few minutes,
just talking to me,
getting to know me,
then maybe are future's would have been diffrent,
then i would have allowed you to judge me,
but not i'll show you,
i'll proe to you,
and everyone else that thinks i'm not worth the time of day,
that i have a future,
that i'm worth your time,
i'll show you just how much i can achieve,
and if it wasn't for you,
hating me the way you did,
then i'd never reach for the stars,
never try and be the best i can,
so in a weird way,
i owe you a thank you.
*wrote this a long time ago about my grandma, of course i didn't actually jump on her grave. but its my dedication to her.
