Though I understand your good will,
your (sometimes) kind intentions,
your "love" for me (is that what you call it?),
I simply cannot forgive you--
I've been hurt too much.
You think this unfair,
you think this not right,
you think I'm selfish.
You know what?
That's totally fine.
I don't give a shit what you think.
And honestly, I owe you nothing--
I know you disagree, but I really don't care.
You do not get a pass simply because you are my father.
You really think I care if I hurt your feelings? (I thought you had none)
I don't--
I really and truly don't.
You shouldn't have done what you did--
besides, there are so many times that you have hurt me.
Do I not, then, have the right to hurt you?
Perhaps not, if I were religious or devoutly virtuous--
but I am neither religious nor virtuous--
far from it, actually.
I do not know what I believe, you see.
I suppose I am more like a "heathen" in your eyes--
how dare I not claim the same religion that you do.
(You shoved God down my throat my entire life)
Christianity has become oh so cliche,
so routine,
so close-minded.
And honestly I just don't believe--
don't think I ever did.
No, I do not claim your religion (or views) as mine.
So how can you, father, claim to be so and still do the things you do?
You're such a hypocrite!
Why are you so unwilling to change?
You sad, stubborn fool.
Why do you continue to hurt me?
What have I ever done to you?
You do not deserve the title "father"--
no, not at all--
all the good you've done doesn't change shit.
I will not apologize.
You, father, will not get anything from me.
I'm too hurt to forgive you.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
