Not just a word,
But a title,
One you were supposed to have in my life,
But instead you constantly choose everyone over me,
You’ve tried turning my brother,
The one person in this world I can share anything to,
Without judgement,
Against me,
You’ve endlessly tried turning everyone I love against me,
My mom,
My brothers,
My friends,
And only few have listened,
And left,
You wonder why I don’t speak to you,
Why when asked I say I don’t have a father,
When confronted by my youngest brother about not wanting you in my life,
As his father was never in his,
I simply say,
He has never been a father to me,
He hasn’t been the one picking me up after some bully has knocked me down,
Because you have been the one knocking me down,
He has never cheered me on,
Instead you use my victories and twist them inside me to make me feel defeated,
He never defended me against those who wish me harm,
Instead you welcome them back into your home.

A father?
Someone who loves you for who you are,
Someone who cheers you on,
Someone who only wants what’s best for you?

Yea I never had one of those