Dearest Father, I Don'T Hate You
Dearest Father,
You gave me your blood,
Then you checked out of the situation.
I was a truth to be told,
But never to hold.
I used to ask why?
And now I don’t care?
I can’t accept anyone but you,
But I can’t accept you either.
How I hated you for the hole you left!
How I hated you for the things that you did!
Why even try?
Why waste the time?
I sit here thinking that I’m nothing,
Because you didn’t want me.
I come to realize,
You’re nothing to want.
You’re nothing to yearn.
You have no respect to earn.
Dearest Father,
I don’t hate you.
I pity you.
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