Questions without answers..

I wanted to write this nice and decent,
But I guess I lost my decency when I cannot,
I cannot sugar coat and make you look like good person when you are not,
Call this what ever you like, rage, letting out.
Do you know the meaning of rights?
Do you think you have the rights to talk about your rights when you gave it up?
What did you do the minute you learnt that I was expecting?
You went and got a dose of what you like best.
How much more was I going to take?
I think I took enough already and I was just hanging by a thread,
And you did the rest; it became very clear we were over,
The extend to what you can do never seize to amazes me,
To think I would choose to give away a precious soul,
How wrong can you get about me?
40 weeks I did on my own, thanks to almighty.
No-show at birth, no-show at naming, no-show for the circumcision, no-show for birthdays,
It’s a shame you don’t even know his birthday or how old he is.
Now why would I inform you when he is sick?
Why would I inform you what he may want?
Why would I want you near him?
And you still talk about rights?
Why do those rights to visit come up occasionally when ever you are bored or sober?
It does not make sense.
Do you have the right to tell me what I should do or what I need in life?
Why is that a problem to you?
We don’t need you, why would you want to be part of our lives.
To make up for what you already lost,
Nobody would believe that, if you keep visiting the jail every now & then,
What kind of role model can you be?
And what does that portray for him when I let you be there on & off.
I’m not supportive of what you are and I shall never be,
You were given the time to chose your pick,
And it looks like you have no choice but to stick to what you have befriended for years.
And I make mine now, and its best you stay away from us.
I’m protecting my own, making sure he has a good life without someone who’s jealous of his happiness and peace.
His not going to miss out on love cause he has got me.