Sunday, December 22, 2013

Dad

Supposed to be a dad
A teacher a Friend
instead a stranger
Our relationship's come to an end

You were never there
when you were needed most
Pretending to care,
lies shown to the heavenly host

I see what you are,
A man, and barely even that
A stubborn coward
Who left family lying flat

Hate is what I think of you
Hate for what you think you do
Hate for what you've never done.
Hate, Dad, I'm not your son.

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