Even though you hurt me all the time

Even though your hurtful words seem to come stab by stab

Even though your painful glare pierces through my head

Even though you always have to shove me down

I can’t seem to know how to stop it

I can’t fix it

I can’t hide it

I can’t patch up the holes you left gaping in my heart

I know you think I am heartless

That I don’t care

That I don’t care about you

That I don’t care about family

That all I care about is myself

You know what happens when you say those things?

You know what each glare does to me?

You know what each sharp word does to my self esteem?

You know what?

You are the problem.

I can’t be anymore.

Face yourself.

Look in the mirror.

See that?

It’s you.

It’s a part of me.

I can’t help that we are related.

I can’t help that even though I convince myself to hate you, my heart won’t let me stop caring.

Even if I try to deny it,

You are still my father

But as I grow older I start to ask myself,

What does that mean?

Truly?

My definition always was,

The man that left my life.

The man that got engaged to another woman,

When he was still with my mom,

The man that verbally abuses me

The man that hurts me.

You know what I want to tell that man?

I am done.

Finished.

With you.

You and your attitude,

You and your words,

You and you complexity.

You and your desire to bring me down

You and your need to hurt me

I am done with it.

So you know what?

Your worst fears are here.

Your worst nightmare is coming to a climax.

Your worst thoughts are pouring out of your head,

Right in front of you.

I am walking out the door.

I am flying on that plane back home.

I am gone.

Forever.

I am done.