Doesn’t just come from a boy or girlfriend, it can come from a father.

Tonight I received a call.

Grow-up.
What have I done for you.
Don’t ask for anything anymore.
Ungrateful.
Aggravation.
The cause for every wrong move.
Better hold on to your ass.
You’re trying to be friends.
You want to stand up for her, fine.
Fabricated.

It hurts. The more I try to make you proud. To make you see me. To live my own life you try your hardest to stop me. To test me.

It’s like my mom and I are an implant into your perfect life. Like we are the burdens that haunt you at night. We are the sink that drips in the dark. That sore in your side that just won’t go away.

Would it be easier for you if I left? Took mom with me and just went away? If you never had to see us again? Would that make you happy so you and my brother and sister could rejoice at the life you once had. That’s gone now, didn’t know if you remembered, but you chose a new one… with my mother.

What once was a blessing is now a curse.
Where once I was held, I’m now shoved.
That love that filled the room, where did it go?
That smile I used to put on your face, it’s now a scorned look.

I’ve failed you somehow.
And I’ll never understand how.