Cut it out.
sharp knife
lonely bathroom
slip the blade
beneath the surface
and remove the cancer.

This blood is tainted
flowing so freely
upon a cold, dirty floor
his anger, his hatred
his rage, his ignorance
his misery
mixed within me.

I try to remove it but
dull blade or sharp
knives can't change the past
and they've never
changed my future.

Still I try
cut it away
remove the source
tie off the remains
and maybe
one day
I'll be a good person.

father or no father
I'll be a better person.