I came to you
With broken legs
You told me it was my fault again
Last time I was almost due
An embarrassment on our family name
As if there were any value
In a dying flame
I visited the prison
To show my brother
I cared
When I was ten
Dressed in baggy clothes
So the inmates wouldn’t stare
I’m too much
With my fancy degree
The only thing
Providing clemency
You’ve hated me
Because you hated her
She murdered me
Now my ghost
Is a disgusting sight
A reminder of your inadequacies
The men I’ve loved
Knowing I was never wanted
Throw it in my face
When I tell them I’m disappointed
By boyish actions
They should’ve known better
But a daughter unloved
Comes across as only bitter
My words fall flat
On drunken ears
My faults came from you
You cannot bear the responsibility
For vices I observed
Wanting me to disappear
You say I deserved it all along
A prophecy come to light
A weakness in the night
All I ever wanted father
Was for you to care
Jōb Nikki 
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