I never knew how that felt.

A feeling I used to wonder about,

myself.

Just a hint of feeling,

love or concern.

Something I never received,

and yet I still yearn.

For that father’s love,

the pride and protection.

Instead I got nothing,

but constant rejection.

A child left to fight alone,

at such a young age.

Like a defenseless animal,

locked in a cage.

People poking and taunting,

until you snap.

Leaving your tears,

falling upon your own lap.

With no one there,

to wipe them clean.

The reason remains,

a mystery to me.

Why you chose to turn,

your back.

Please help me understand.

What kind of father does that?