Kip

You are the one I never want to talk to again
and you know very well why I hate you.

Dwelling phantasm of my life
shadow being of pain and suffering
barely outlined in your concern for me.

How can you sit there
how can you live with yourself
when you were there for all those years
when I was beaten
when I was tormented
when I wanted to die
and sought to die
and all you did was nothing?

The times when you contributed to the pain
were only three in number
but stand out like blood against the darkness.

Nothing I gained from you
nothing I want from you
It's been years since I left your house at thirteen,
called a problem, called ungrateful.
I have never been happier to vanish into the dark.

I can never forgive
what you never called wrong,
but now you've lost another child,
another in the line of those who hate you.
Maybe you'd better look at
why your daughters turn aside
and fail to call you father.