I am unlike you.
From woman to woman you traveled with little remorse
Referred to as “sperm donor”, you have had NO impact on my life.
I do not know where you are, nor who you are
All I know is that you may never claim me as your own.
You were never there for holidays,
Or birthdays,
Or trips to the hospital.
You were never mentioned
Probably because you never deserved to have a child
Or, to have anyone.
I must commend you, though.
Without you in my life
I learned how cruel the world can be.
I no longer believed in happiness;
Only loss.
So, while you were busy sacrificing animals in the name of Satan,
I sacrificed myself
For my own worst nightmare;
You.
Tears streamed down my face
As I asked myself how you could ever leave
Your family behind
To pursue your habits.
“Sorry” does not begin to cover
The pain you made my mother endure.
I know not where you are,
Or who you have become.
All I know is that I am better off without you
Buried six feet under is the best thing that has happened to me
Since you left my life.
Not a damn thing mattered to you.
Not us, not her, and not him.
Were we ever a family?
Were we ever even real to you?
Or were we just more people to add to your scrapbook?