I Hate
I hate...
by ~H~
I hate the way you make me feel
Sick and alone, unable to heal
From the wounds of the knowledge that I'll never be
The son you wanted, clearly not me
You were never there in my younger years
To heal the bruises or dry the tears
It was always my mother who stood me by
Even when i disappointed or made her cry
Yet you wonder why we never talk
Or when you get started, i begin to walk
You are always right, no matter the fight
Screw those who dare challenge your might
So when exactly was i awarded your scorn
Was it perhaps the day i was born
Or was it the day i decided to be true
And vowed never, EVER to be like you
So fare thee well, father, fare thee well
For speak we wont, not on pain of hell
And remember me when your days are done
Cheerio, your rejected son.
-End-
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