The Nerve to Call Yourself My Father

I am sorry that after all of these years still no one in the family will stand up to you and tell you exactly how they feel about your mental and verbal abuse and how it makes everyone look forward to the day that you pass on. I am sorry that when you degrade me, and I eat it for the sake of keeping my job, I resist telling you where you really stand with me. I am sorry that when there is nothing keeping me from telling you just what a supreme ASSHOLE you really are I still don't because in the end I would feel bad seeing a dejected look on your face, when you oh so deserve it. I am sorry that my conscience dwarfs yours, that you are truly devoid of any true love and it is all your own fault and you are way too fucking blind to EVER see it yourself. And you still have the nerve to call yourself my father. All you are is pennance for some terrible things I must have done in a former life. Lastly I am sorry that it iis a fact that I now know you will go to the grave never knowing true love from any one but yourself.