I get how you wanted to change your narrative
That you’re now present and involved in your kids’ lives
Only that they’re not the only kids you have
We’re still here, waiting, although it keeps getting tiresome still
I get how you’re seizing your second chance
Because you’ve done wrong at the first instance
Only that you’re making up for your mistake with different kids
And abandoning our hopes for you to start acting the same with us too
I get how I should feel grateful these kids will never experience what you did to us
How they’ll know you as someone who’s always got their backs
Only that you had casted us away for so long
That it’s hard to believe you may never do the same to them afterwards
I get how selfish I may seem to think about jealousy
To covet their childhood instead of how mine was molded by you
Only that I don’t want you to do the same to them
But for you to do for us what you now do for them
I get how you’re trying to find a new purpose
By writing a new story with your new family in a perfect world
Only that I hope you’re not deluding yourself
Into thinking that this new story can erase your past and, in whole, us
So forgive me if I don’t like seeing you celebrate them
Not because I hate you or them and certainly not because of meaningless envy
Only that I get reminded of how I broke myself into tiny little pieces
Just so I could fit into your mold that I now realize was never meant for me anyway

















