Angry


I am the bastard
you left alone
crying
wondering
if by chance I did something
to deserve your absence

I lived each new day
with the same fear
that I will never be good enough
to be your offspring
you see I admired you even without ever knowing you
because I needed to believe
that somehow
I was no different from anyone else

I am the bastard
you left alone
hurt
confused
growing into an angry adult
lost in a world of never knowing what it meant
to have a father
who loves me

I read and admire all your writings. This one is poignant to many. Thank you for this.