Giving Back Your Gift

All I seemed to want,
Was the chance to get back at you.
Throw it in your face,
What's been dumped on me.
The pain and tears,
Ripped throughout my years-
Whats left unsaid,
Things un-kept,
Forgotten and distressed.
Father I love you,
Father how I want you,
But Father, left me wanting,
desperately- to throw my gifts back.
Canceled out, forget,
Pretend you don't exist.
Never to suspect-
This troubling pain,
Exploding in my chest.
Why is it your presents hurt?
And when I throw it back-
It feels as if I've still been burnt.