Who are you?
Where are you?
What makes you hide from me?
Why did you leave me?
Do you not know what a father is for?
No, you must not.
You’ve made my heart hard,
Filled with hate towards you, pity, shame and rot.
My life would have been different if you had been in it.
You could have taken me away from her,
Instead of letting me be brought up in her shit,
But no, you didn’t care; you didn’t want to be near.
Was it because I was a mistake?
Not good enough for you?
Did you see her when you looked into my eyes?
No, none of those are true.
You didn’t love me because of you.
You pitiful soul,
To bring a being into this world and run.
Your heart is full of piss and not even whole.
My little secret: I know who you are.
Your name is burnt into my brain,
You pitiful man who pushed his lonely son away,
Like I was an infectious stain.
I left that horrid woman,
Was taken in by people I call true family.
They took me in, I have a real father,
Who loves me and my new mother.
I hope one day you face me,
So I can spit in your face
And tell you the pain you caused.
Calling you a father, is such a disgrace.