I did not come this far,

just to be left behind.

I should start from the beginning.

Wednesday night, all I could think about was her.

My beautiful mother.

I keep wanting to thank her,

for every single thing she's ever done for me,

but then I feel weak.

Like I'm giving in to a villain that doesn't exist.

I thought about my father,

his oh so righteous self.

ANd then I felt sick,

a pang hit me in the heart.

I could say I love him,

but there's no way to start.

So instead I yell, I hate him,

because there's so much to hate him for.

It's like I'm fighting an evil villain in my head,

just created to make me hate the fact that I exist.