Father’s Day

I don’t hate my father nor do I love him either.

Maybe it’s the blood in my veins that causes us to stay together.

He makes me fear him. I stay quiet when I eat now because I’m scared.

This space in between us is now unforgivable.

Every time he calls my name it sends shivers down my spine.

He thinks I can’t live by myself

without him.

His pride gets hurt,

then what about mines?

I can’t even stand close to him now, so when I see my other friends’ fathers being close to one another... I could never imagine it.

I’m scared.