I don't understand
why...
why you did that to me.
I'm so young
I shouldn't have to
cast you out of my life yet.
But I feel that strange urge,
this resentment,
to forget you
and to pretend you were never there.
It's hard,
so hard.
Your words haunt me in my
nightmares.
Your fists and anger cover my
vision in my every waking moment.
And I'm terrified.
Though we have been separated
for some time now,
I'm scared
and anxious
and sad
and angry
and...
tired.
I'm tired of trying to
build up the courage
to be in the same room as you,
let alone be able
to look at you.
I have realized,
however,
that the thoughts
that drive me to insanity
and the pain I cause
myself
are not worth the energy.
I have much better,
happier things
to do and think about.
I'm sorry father,
you were never my dad.
