| This poem is about my step dad, Mike, I do love him like a father so please do not take this poem the wrong way, but I at the time had just been fighting with him, and it was about something stupied, and I told my mom that he can't even tell me what to do becasue he is not my dad, and I told her that he isn't my dad because he doesn't want to be, I've said that I want him to adopt me, but he won't. Ya'know maney people can relate I'm sure, but I hate being the only one in my family with a different name, I know it sounds lame, but I feel like my parents are a family, and then there's me, seperated from them, and then my parents want more kids, well I have my feelings about that too, I want a borthre or sister that'd be cool, but ya'know, I haven't had a dad since I was seven and now I have one, and if they have more kids then I don't know how they'll be about the whole thing, like obviousely my dad will treat them different then me because they are actualy his, and my mom might treat them different then me because they are Mike's, and ya'know what I mean??? I have just struggled with these issue about my step dad, and everything like that, for so long, I have still not decided exactly how I feel about it all, but anyway, here is the poem that I wrote about my step dad, and I am sorry to those who will be offended by the swearing, but at the time those seemed like really good words to use, because I was pissed. |
| The Self Apointed Father |
| I feel like you don't fucking care, But you don't understand, Don't fucking lie, You don't give a damn. You're not my fucking dad, So don't act like you are, You've taken you're self appointed fatherhood much too far. You act like such a kid sometimes, And you're so inmature, My soul is in such pain, It just seems to burn. You don't get it, But you tell me I'm wrong, This conversation has gone on far too long. You're not my daddy 'cause you don't want to be, But I've begged you, 'adopt me, Please.' Don't you hear me crying, choking on my tears? Don't you see me all alone, As I face all my fears? I often sit and wonder, If I'm wanted here, Sometimes the answer is much too clear. I talk to you far hours, But you're like a brick wall, My words apon your deaf ears fall, You are allways too busy, When I need to talk, So if you were to find out about my life, It'd be a total shock. I can't take this shit anymore, I'll try something dramatic, i've tried it before, I said once I'd be a lesbian, Just to get you back, But I can't do that, that's just the simple fact, I cut myelf, But you're to dumb to know, Yeah, you care, That just goes to show. You can't feel my pain, You never will, It's time to give up, It's no big deal. (C) BRANDI NOEL 10-31-2001 |