Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

Dads little girl

God I hate you.
But part of me still holds on longing for you.
Maybe I just love the idea of you,
And what you were supposed to be,

You were supposed to tuck me in at night and not hit me the way you did, I was supposed to be your whole world and not let some girl from Mexico take that place.

But now you have a new family, new children new house new town, new job. And I'm left behind with all the damage you left because I'm left with a battlefield of scars inside and out.
But yes god I hate you so much, but there's still a piece of me that wants to be dads little girl.