Growing up, I had a precious father
And a loving mother.
But why become a wife
If you were  gonna choose another?

You had 2 sons and a daughter
So why the hell did you leave us?
Should I have done better?
Now im confused, as if I'm still a fetus.

If you're someone I don't know
Should I still call you mother?
I know nothing about you now.
Is it befitting to call you a stranger?

I remember the old me, feeling sadness,
Unstoppable.

What did I think of what you did? Sad and
Unforgivable.

You made a family

And wrecked it with your vanity.

You made children

But you couldn't be there for them.

Over the years I've had someone to support me
They weren't my relative, but it felt as if they are
I tried searching for you high, low, near, and far
But I still couldn't find you, the thing that haunted me

all my life, I've sought out discovery

Of the sole reason why my own creator

Was not able to love me.

All I found was your name in a tombstone

And the names of your children

Whom you've chosen

To thrown