My Unstable Poetry

Father

I may not call you this,

But I am ready too

Why don't you accept me?

Why do you spend more time with

Sister?

And why don't you notice?

Will you ever truly love me?

So dearly and kindly as you used too.

What is your reason?

The bustling of work?

How Sister whispers too you?

Tell me Father.

Why do you treat me as no longer your

Son?