Right now I'm at a place in my life (of course) I really don't want to be, but it has shown me a certain reality. It seems the ones less close to me will usually do the most for me. My most heartfelt thanks comes with that, some will do for me at the drop of a hat; the things that wouldn't be done by Dad. I can honestly say, from the ones I've had, father least of all because he was less than thatÖ I mean the one I called my Dad.
So screw you dude and thanks for nothing, hope we never meet again, but hold on, on the other hand my mother was worse than any man. I want to say I forgive and understand, but I could never understand the things I'd withstand. I can understand you thought the best; that your son could withstand the test. Even through the undue stress "My son's a man. I did my best." Some of the worse things happen when intentions are best, but I am here to sincerely attest express caution, not undo distress. I know you may have intended your best.
Well, as my thoughts trail along, spilling lyrics of poetic song, I have to wonder where I went wrong. I mean, this has been my life all along and if I didn't like the things going on, I must have done something wrong.
Maybe I should have just lived up to all the expectation; just did my best damn all indignation and no matter what topic of conversation, my name would be used with no bad connotation. If only my thoughts of self expression were as potent as some of the venom, I would have made myself a home, but the best I could do was write this poem.