I've been beaten up, cussed out and even threatened with guns.
All of this started happening when people learned that I'm Ted Bundy's son.
People hate me because my dad was a killer who died in the electric chair.
I'm nothing like my father, these attacks are unfair.
When they say that the son pays for the sins of the father, I guess it's true.
I'm really scared right now and I'm in a great deal of pain too.
I somehow want to put all of this behind.
I'm a good person who wants to do his share to help mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem