DIFFERENT...

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Aug 11, 2022 

"At fourteen I was the only one in our road..without a man I needed to call dad..
I always knew that I was different...and it made me so fuckin' MAD!..
but when I found out the truth...no, it didn't make me feel sad..
just knowing that the bastard wasn't in my blood...honest, it made me so fuckin' glad!..
I was hiding the truth from everyone...it was something that no one should know..
I pretended that I was really ok...and determined to not let it show...
It was a secret that I'd keep forever...but always it filled me with shame..
but I knew it wasn't my fault...because I knew that I wasn't to blame...
The anger still simmers inside me...it's been there ever since I was a lad..
I keep telling myself to just forget it!...but it was hard not having a dad."

 

Tags: Sad, Anger, Pain, Deep,

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