One Because Fuck You

You know, I've never thought I'd ever have shit to say to you again, but I'm really fucking angry right now, and you make a damn good target. I always thought if I ever did say anything to you again, I'd tell you all the bad things I'd done. All the vile things, disgusting things, anything I could say that was bad enough to deserve you not wanting me. But you know what, you're not worth it. There's an encounter that keeps running through my head. A person ran into you in a restaurant one day and brought me up, and you acted clueless. Clueless to the fact that you do have a daughter, and if that doesn't sound like you, I don't know what does. Where were you every chorus concert, play, or musical? Where were you on my graduation day when I graduated in the top ten? Where were you when I got a full scholarship to college? Where were you when I learned how to drive? Where were you when I got so depressed, I wanted to die? Where the fuck are you? Every since you left, I've never truly had anyone. My whole life has been trying to figure things out on my own. Never had anyone to give me advice, to tell me the best way to do my makeup, to tell me about boys, to teach me how to sing, draw, or write. Where were you when my best friend broke my heart? Where were you when the man that I loved was in the hospital on life support? Where the fuck are you now to keep me from screwing up my life? Where are you to tell me some things are worth fighting for and happy endings could be real? Where are you to tell me that if I get my heart broken, I'll still be in one piece, and it'll be hard, but i'll survive? But as usual you're not here, you never were. Thank you for teaching me my number one lesson though, just because you love someone, doesn't mean they'll stay. Truly, fuck you.