Doubts..

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on May 27, 2024

"I'd always had doubts, that I was your son,
but I never understood the wrongs that I must've done.
I never saw any love, that a real dad would show,
and to be called son, that's a name I don't know.
An arm around my shoulder, a ruffle of my hair,
no it sadly didn't happen, it just never did occur.
Why didn't you love me? Was I so impossible to like?
Is that why my "real dad" done one, and "got off on his bike?"
We're only a kid once, those few short years should be great,
by not giving me the love, you taught me to hate.
So with my childhood confused, anger was festering inside,
and as I quickly grew older, it was inevitable that one day we'd collide.
I really hated you so much, and I despised my surname,
a false name that was bestowed on me, and one day I'd disclaim.
Now once again I'm Frank Hornby, and I feel so good inside,
because Frank Hornby's my real name, restoring my pride."

 

Tags: Sad,

 

 

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