Your mark is still there.
Imprinted Engraved his back is the track marks of the oldest form of education
He tells me you taught him nothing
I know this to be false.
I see it. I see you.
He isn't even sure where it came from
A voice that goes unnoticed
A whimper so well hidden, I can't even remember what it sounds like.
So, I think that I am supposed to thank you.
It could be worse? That's what I'm told.
So thank you.
Thank you to the man who hurt him.
without you, he would have never made it to me.
Thank you to the man who hurt him,
because you couldn't do your job to raise him with a loving hand I have to kiss the scars away.
Thak you to the man who hurt him,
he doesn't want kids. You broke him and convinced him so well that no one would ever love him that even I believe you sometimes.
Thank you to the man who broke him,
you have broken me too.