You can't make hate to someone every day without their consent and say that their self-loathing isn't your baby.
I knew it was yours at the moment of conception, but there is no child support to paid for a stillborn rage.
Six years of tender loving wasn't enough to soften your stony heart, but it only took nine months for you to tear me apart.
This is a cold dead love and it has your eyes. So when you look at me, and all I see is the aborted hope of compassion how is it not your responsibility?