What angers me most,
Is that you don’t understand
All of the feelings,
You’ve made me ban.

A million questions,
Run through my mind,
But all the blames on me,
And it leaves me blind.

Why would you leave,
Or given give in,
If you wanted to know me,
Even one bit, within.

A million questions,
Like, what’s wrong with me?
Always my fault,
In my mind, don’t you see?

You’ve two more children,
To replace those not there,
Why should you love me,
Why should you care?

A million questions,
All answered myself,
And always the blame,
Falls on my shelf.

What kind of father,
Leaves their child,
With a million questions,
On their soul, piled?

No matter your reason,
I hold you to no blame,
For the answer I give myself,
Make me feel the shame.