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-