REGRET

There are days when I hate myself
No, I always hate myself
For ever being born to him
My birth caused him pain as I was not what he expected

He wanted someone like him
Instead he got someone like my mother
He wanted a he but got a she
Each time he looks at me I see pain in his eyes


Maybe it’s my imagination, but not likely
He treats me differently from everyone else
Pays more attention to those he’s no related to than
He spends more time and gives more attention to everyone

Not me
When he is here, he isn’t really here
He all over making visits to all
To spend time with me
Is another story