Unwanted Son.

He smiled for the cameras, shook every hand, The perfect father in a picture-perfect land. Church on Sunday, jokes at the bar, A man among men, a shining star. But behind closed doors where the curtains fell, The truth was a story he’d never tell. His daughter was sunlight, his crown and his pride, A word from her lips and the world stepped aside. “No” never left him, it died on his tongue, She danced on his shoulders, forever young. Whatever she wanted, whatever she dreamed, Was already hers—perfect in every seam. But the son in the shadows, the boy he never planned, Carried bruises like medals from his father’s hand. Any excuse, any fault, any sound in the night, Was enough for the belt, for the words that would bite. I worked by your side, I laughed when you smiled, But the moment the job ended, I was lost like a child. Why wasn’t I wanted? Why couldn’t you see? The boy who kept reaching for the man who loved me… never. I chased every moment, I swallowed my pride, Stood by your side with hope in my eyes. For a few fleeting hours the distance would fade, Then the work was all finished and the warmth turned to shade. I’d reach for your shoulder, you’d turn away cold, Like a stranger was standing where your son should be told. Then the grandchildren came, and you ignored somehow, You avoided their faces, you blanked them now. The same arms that struck me pushed them far from warm, While I stood in the corner, still caught in the storm. That was the last time I reached for your hand— The door in my heart finally slammed. Years rolled by silent, no bridge and no call, I learned how to live with the weight of it all. Then one quiet morning the phone rang and fell, The man who never wanted me had gone straight to hell. Now I’m left with the echo of questions that burn: Why was I worthless in the eyes that gave birth? Why punish the boy and then ignore them instead? Why leave me with silence… now that you’re dead? Oh, the son in the shadows, the boy you never planned, Still carries the bruises from his father’s hand. I worked by your side, I reached till I bled, But the answer died with you the day that you left. Why wasn’t I wanted? Why ignore them too? The grandchildren’s laughter looked nothing like you. I’ll never know the reason, I’ll never know why… The perfect man outside… never loved his son inside. The answer will never be known The answer will never be known.