Dear Lost Parents

It's been 16 years since you've last seen me. Now I am 17 and I feel sad. That's only because you made me so mad. I often thought I was a mistake. God made me and now I must die. Just please now, try not to cry. Mom I know that you "had me" and dad helped too, and I know I'll regret this but I hate both of you. You left me. Both of you. Now as I'm writing I hope you understand, mom you're not a mother. And dad, how can you call yourself a man? I love you both because now I can see, I wasn't the mistak! You were! I now have a family. They loved me. Why couldn't you? Why did you hate me? What did I do? Because mom, dad, remember, I wasn't even two