Dad. [Poetry D4]

You left me a long time ago.
You wouldn’t know me if I walked up to you.
Even though everyone says I am a spitting image.

Does it make you happy.
To know that you left me here in this world.
So alone and cold, to live on my own.

I hate admitting that I miss you.
I don’t even know you, even though I should.
Even though that little paper says your my Dad.

I can’t understand why you don’t call.
I don’t think you’ve ever missed me at all.
It’s no suprise, I never took you for the caring type.

I wish that you could be here now.
I want you to see me grow up and be happy.
But you never will, I wonder how that makes you feel.

I am your daughter, and you, your my father.
But there will always be a barrier that keeps us apart.
Lack, thereof, love.

Please don’t say I never tried.
Dammit, I tried too damn hard to make you love me.
People are stubborn, I know, I get it from you.

I love you Dad, I think.
I don’t know you, anymore, but you are blood.
Blood is supposed to be thicker than water.

I used to think I was the dissapointment.
No, Dad, you are and you always were.
I am not perfect but God forbid I turn into you.

Your a heartless son of a bitch.
You turn your back on your daughter.
You turned your back on me and I hate you for that.

I wanted to say that I miss you.
That I do unfotunately have love left for you.
See you in hell.

Written by Kayla

For Dad [Poetry D2]

Fathers are there when you’re small to carry you home
And to make sure you’re never left alone
Fathers are there to photograph your first day of school
To make you do your homework even if the other kids say it’s uncool
Fathers are there to tell you to learn to play guitar
And to teach you how to drive a car