Father, I apologize

We never shared too much

We are different in many ways

Your educational method were so harsh

to me, when I was a child.

I've always been a lonely soul

even in my early age

I was quiet and thoughtful

a normal children should riot a little bit, but not me.

Moreover I grew up feeling your hand violent on my face

and it was the only touch I could get from you

and now it's hard to me to touch another human being

Furthermore you were gentler with my little brother

he got hugs sometimes, not the violent clutch of your strength.

Besides I'm not complaining

Because you were always there

for me.

Well, nearly always. Now that I think about it

you ill-treated me as an adolescent

'cause I had serious blisters on my face

and mom was after me

and refused to fuck thee.

I forgave you when you tried to cheat on her

because I tried to wear your shoes, back then

I could undertand.

It is one year and six months now

you've lost your work

Every father's a hero to his son

but then you started to beat up my mother.

It was by april I attended my karate Master's funeral.

And I saw him. I saw his son cast a flower on that coffin.

''I will always be proud to be your son, Daddy''

Back then, I remember, I felt like crumbling

underneath that tomb, drowning.

I wept only twice in my life. I suppose I was

pouring away the tears I gathered over the years.

It was by May you literally kicked her

It was by May I punched you in the face.

Beast. I apologize.