Father
I look around and all I see,
Are all my things you never gave to me.
You call yourself fair,
But you put me through despair.
As you ask me how I’m doing,
I look at you and see you fooling.
You screw around and expect me to care.
When I drown, I know you won’t care.
You say you love but you and I know you don’t.
You can keep pretending,
I’m done with the lies,
And I can’t see why your still here.
You say you don’t hear my cries,
At night when you yell,
God save me from my Hell!
I don’t like you Father,
Can’t you tell?
You call yourself my Father,
Well I don’t love you any longer.
I want you out of my life,
So bad, sometimes I might draw a knife.
Since you say you actually care,
Then why are you still here?
You say you won’t cuss,
Just to earn my trust.
Well get on a one way bus,
I don’t want to hear your fuss.
I despise you Father,
If you want me I’ll be with Mother
The one who really cares,
And won’t put me through scares.
When she hears my cries,
She holds me till the tears dry.
The man who is my Father,
I refuse to love you any longer.
Note: This was not outa hate, it was a past experience of how my father treated me. This is how i got over it, with out holding on to a bit of hate.
Copyright © Synthia Miner | Year Posted 2012
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