"They can never make me hate you—
I could never hate you,
Yet neither can I fully love you.
You are my birth parents,
What right do I have to hate you?
To disrespect you, I never would,
To hate you, I simply can't".

My unheard mother married my wounded father,
Their childhood traumas marked them,
Passed down, like a lineage, to me.
Though I may not understand
What my true feelings are towards them,
I know I could never hate them.

I may feel worthless
When my mother isn’t satisfied with what i achieve,
I may feel hurt
As my father's love for me slowly fades away.
But that could...