Dad
I hate you, Dad, for what you did
to me when I was just a child,
A helpless thing whom you could beat until
the excess anger was drained.
To me, when I was just a child,
You were God unmerciful,
until the excess anger was drained
And you were once again my friend.
You were God unmerciful,
And I was Satan, Lord of hell.
A helpless thing that you could beat,
until you curdled my love.
[This was written as a child- I was 12 years old. I don't hate my dad though. Those
were just the feelings at the time i wrote this]
Copyright © Kalie Stevenson | Year Posted 2010
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