To Die Young
I had a Father who hated the world so much,
hated his Mother who had TB and left him
alone in an Orphanage where they diluted
the donated milk to make a profit, and
he grew up never knowing how to be a Father.
They stole so many souls declaring
themselves self-righteous, stealing.
He hated me so much because
he thought I was like a privileged outsider
that my Mother favored too much, like
the hated ones outside the Orphanage who
had all the advantages. So he destroyed
all his children with monstrous and continuous criticism.
And he succeeded
in making everyone fail. So when
he died at 72, we were very happy, and
very sad he would not let us love him.
— Douglas Gilbert