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| To Dad ...ummm, yeah. Is this poetry??? Is it wrong for me to be happy with the thought that my father is dead? It's easier for me to think that than realize he doesn't care. I would tell people he was dead, but then they would say "Oh, I'm sorry," Like they really care. I really don't care. I have my mother, friends, my step-dad, and my family. That's enough. Really. It is. I just want him to to admit that some things happened that probably shouldn't have, And then make it up to me. I don't know how he's supposed to do that. Just say he was sorry and mean it. And then I want him to disappear forever. From thought, word and deed. I want to think he's dead and that's good enough for me. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so let down. Like I did something wrong 13 years ago. It wasn't my fault, right? Then why is he punishing me? Why does he have his new big family with even more kids and How can he just conveniently forget about his first creation? If our father is supposed to be our image for God (thank you Fight Club) Then how come God never abandoned his first creations? Or did he? Am I a member of God's step-family? |
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