The first thing on my mind wasn't my mom,
how I forget to buy Mother's Day cards,
especially during a pandemic,
forget is putting it mildly, I must
intentionally block it out, the point
really, to celebrate the one person
sinister enough to neglect her son,
to celebrate my mother is a shame,
terrible a person I have become,
how I found the path of antipathy,
in that, I have no feeling for others,
no compassion, no sense of empathy,
given this trait, how could I not forget,
oh, I must "fake it until I make it,"
no, that doesn't seem to work in this case,
maybe my childhood wasn't really bad,
yes, a fiction they think I created,
mind you, I would prefer to be spiteless,
indeed, to forgive and forget like you,
no one would prefer this more than myself,
doubt it would work with me, I remember
windows of rain, but I was sensitive,
and my brother and cousin saw their chance,
saw an advantage to torture a child
needlessly, a child with a defective
trust barrier, a child who did not know
misery recreates its company,
yes, harm does harm to others, seeks to hurt,
mission accomplished, the psyche damaged,
only now I can't play like the others,
monster that I am, I seek only pain.
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