Blood is Blood

You were my dad.
You were supposed to be there for me
You were supposed to hold my hand
You were supposed to take me out for ice cream
Go to movies
Laugh about the little things in life.
You’re that protective dad,
you talk so happily about your kids…
You talk about how much you care
How awesome of a dad you are
But not to me.
You were never any of these things to me.
I was your first born, the oldest of your kids
And yet you never bat an eye at me.
I guess it was easy for you to leave.
I want to be selfish. I want to be careless.
I want to ruin you…
Because If I couldn’t have you, why should anyone else?
But… I can’t do that.
Maybe its because you seemed to be happy for once
Maybe you’re not happy with me
and I guess that’s okay. I guess it wasn’t meant to be
But it still hurts. It hurts because you never bothered.
You never bothered to be a Dad for me.
And yet you’re a father to complete strangers.
I should hate you with every fiber of my being
But I don’t. Because maybe one of these days you’ll regret it.
You’ll regret not being there for me.
Because at the end of the day, Blood is Blood.
And turning back on your own blood is turning back on yourself
You may not understand that but I do.
And I’m not turning my back on you now.