Dad.

Mom says you did awfull things.
Mom says you where a bad man.
Mom says she wishes you dead.

Why is that dady?
Why does mom see only the bad in you?

Then I think of all the bad things.
The times you said you wanted to kill us.
The times you hurt mom.
The times you got drunk and tryed to hurt us all.

You might think i was to young to know.
But I knew dad.
I saw it all happen.
And I hate you for it.

And yet I miss you.
Not the bad you.
Just someone in your shoes.
Some kind of father figure.

But not you.
Never you.

Never again dad.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.




Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-27 at 01:22

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