I hate when teachers say "Go show mommy and daddy!" and any time they do I start to get sad
Because even though I love the guy, I know they couldn't be possibly referring to MY dad
The teachers imagine daddies who love their wives and kiss them every morning and again at night
instead of the ones who argue and run, instead of the ones who struggle with fun
the kinds of dads who make lots of money who are witty and responsible and caring and funny
and sometimes I guess my dad can be that too if you can navigate his apartment that looks like a zoo
the kinds of dads who can pick their kids up from school who have responsibility and things to do
instead of the ones who don't know what they'll do if I one day could sick and fell ill with the flu
the kinds of dads who would take a day off and play with me and take me on a hike
instead of making weird jokes and commenting on what I look like
See the girls at school would aways complain and say that their dads were a downright pain
but sometimes I wonder how they could ever be mad for they had the dad that I dreamed I would have
but I cant really say that, cause in the end I still love him and I wouldn't trade him for the world
I just wished I knew if he sees me the same, if im still his princess, his favorite girl
Until then, teachers will have to be teachers, and I can just smile and pretend to be glad
knowing deep down that it isn't the same and I'll never have THAT kind of dad.
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Mental Illness Poems
PoesíaAs a mental illness survivor. I decided to write poems about whats it's like to have a mental illness. If you are struggling please know you're not alone. You don't deserve to live like that. You can beat it even if it doesn't go away. I believe in...
