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.