Category : Poems
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When they called me by the name of my father
Did they understand how much that hurt?
He lives his life to the fullest, unbothered
That he created a family but the marriage didn't work.
I used to deny his existence in me
Until I grew up and made my first love cry.
She's gone but the tears flow endlessly
As I watch the solid and beautiful wither and die.
I am the first generation of a con artist
My entire existence was built on scams.
I never hated my father (he probably tried his hardest),
I hate that he is exactly who I am.