Why?

Why do you despise me so much?
Am I everything you didn't want?
The dependent, ever needy one...
Why is there never love in your eyes,
only bitterness and horrid glares.
Do I embarrass you, make you mad, not do enough to make you smile?
I'm sorry you can't be proud of me,
be pleased for the things that I have achieved,
listen to the worthless tales I have to tell, 
or general stresses of my day.

Openly I've listened to the daily tasks you've faced,
the happiness, the sorrows, the struggles and the grief.
I've been present whilst others criticized me for everything I've ever done,
family I think is what they were meant to be...
all whilst you were there, listening and agreeing,
not really noticing the hurt it caused me.

Funny really, but not one time, in such a long time
did I hear you say I love you...