The Nerve

I got hurt when I was a kid.
My dad soared away to heaven,
or at least I hope he did.

Somehow, every male I ever encountered
sensed
the longing I had for a father figure.
Any father figure.
and used that against me.

I didn't have my dad to protect me.
No older brother to beat up all those dead beats.
But you have the nerve,
to come to me,
and complain about your parents.
the ones perfectly alive and well
to protect you from all those people
who want to bring you into harm's way.

You have the nerve,
to come to me,
and tell me you hate your parents.
I don't think you have a clue,
how much I despise
when you say these things.
You have what I never did.
And you step all over it.

It breaks my heart.