I have been rejected before
by the man who is supposed to be my father
many many times.
However, this time I really tried
I didn't try to reject him,
I wasn't pessimistic.
This time I was I was hopeful.
I tried so hard
yet still he left.
He didn't like how I turned out.
The constant thought in my head?
"Maybe I would have turned out better if I had a father"
But it wasn't just me that he left again
it was my best friend,
He gave him so much hope.
I lost hope this year.
The amount I had left is gone.