One day my son will hate me
One day my son will look to me and hate me
A bitter old man, discontent, and lazy
A youth misspent, buckled into submission
Furious rage, hellfire burning like fission
"You are my son, and I love you dearly;
You loath my being, and that is because you see clearly;
I only wish to learn from the mistakes of my own;
But perhaps this hate is not mine to atone"
The sins of the father, the burden of child
Apathy is looked by, but it should be reviled
I hate that I love you, I hate that you tried
I hate that I lay here unable to cry
My son will be brought up alone and confused
I almost resent my own lack of abuse
I will love and cherish him with all of my heart
But my own inner hell will render it down to a farse
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