You never cared too much for who I am.
You never showed respect, who's to blame? You took my innocence, you took my pride, you took my trust, you've made me cry. There is no easy way for you and me. Just too many years, you've made me bleed.
You've had your ugly ways with the ones you loved. But someday your stronger hand just faded out.
And even when time showed that you've lost control, you still seed discomfort amongst your spawn. You'll never understand what went wrong. Your own sad, shady past has made you weak. My father died in a car accident when I was 13, I wasn't too sad when he was gone. I don't remember too much of him. I don't exactly know why, but I never wanted to be like him. I tried pretty hard to become a better, fair person, but I must have underestimated my parents influence on me as a person. Early this year I've been going through some serious personal trouble which made me think in detail about the "whys" of my life and behaviour. It was the first time that I admitted what my parents did to me as a kid. First time for me in a self-analysis but also towards others. (seb)