The other half

I wonder if you ever think of me,I sit here and wonder if you remember me,did i mean anything to you, you never wanted me as a baby and never when i was growing up but y do i want to meet you if you caused so much pain. You never treated me right, flipping me of wasnt really nice and having your daughter to just because i am my fathers child doesnt meani have the same personality and life purspective. I always wondered where you are, all my life i have got what i wanted but at that same time i feel like half of my life is missing.