Not a hate letter

This letter that i am writing,
is not a hate later.
but simply a letter of many questions.
mom, oh mom why did you do the things that you have done.
why did you give us up?
why weren't you there for us mom?
were we just too much?

I'm 17 now mom, you've missed every special event in my life.
i waited by the phone hoping one day you'd call.
i waited by the mail box hoping one day you'd write.
but instead you lied to me even to my face,
the first time i saw you in 16 or 17 years, you told me
all of those lies, oh how you thought i wouldn't know.

i trusted you with my heart and feelings, i thought you had
changed.
but to think i almost ran away just to be with my mom.
how stupid was that mom?
i was willing to give up everything and be on the run
just to be with you.
mom, just remember...this isn't a hate letter.
i may be your son, your flesh and blood.
but you are nothing to me any more. I'm sorry.