Naturallly all this apathy,
All this lack of energy,
It messed up my GCSE revison,
Until a few weeks prior to the exams,
My mom, she forcefully coached me.
Even in those two years,
It wasn't all dejection and depression,
As usual I enjoyed my time with dad,
Listening to songs in the car,
Watching films, eating pizza.
Yet these two years I had lost,
My energy, my thirst for life,
And enjoyable times,
They were merely distractions,
From my continued dejection and melancoly,
That persisted beneath.
Two years previously,
A deal had dad and I made,
After dad married Aunt Premala,
My dad did ask me,
If dad could to India, return permanently.
I agreed but only when I said so,
Dad had asked when I was sixteen,
And to this had I agreed,
Dad's place is with Aunt Premala and Semanti.
Despite the dejection caused me,
By India lying about same sex love,
I wished my dad to return to India,
Happy and content,
Knowing I could cope,
So I concealed as best as I could,
My depression and self destruction.
After I had written my exams,
I helped my dad move out,
From the place dad had rented.
On the last day,
Did I hug dad goodbye,
Promising to e-mail and chat.
My mom was thrown,
That I was so unaffected by dad leaving,
But I love Aunt Premala and Semanti,
And I know dad belongs with them,
I guess I do envy dad that,
For whatever mom says,
I love my stepfamily as much as dad does.