It hurts to be your invisible fluke.
A title I took up the day I was born.
Not planned, not wanted, a dent to your life.
Something to hide from. Never mourned.
A bastard still has birthdays once a year.
Although they mean nothing to you.
It took a lifetime to look at myself and say,
“One day, I’ll mean something to somebody soon.”
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 