My dad thinks I'm a dog
Or more, I ought to be one
I see him smiling with all his teeth as the dog wags his tail to greet him
I see him smiling with all his teeth as I watch him bid goodbye to the dog laying on the carpet
But as my dad catches a glimpse of me
His teeth are suddenly gone
And a familiar scowl is present
And I watch as he wishes that I too had a pair of long ears, and a wagging tail
And he wishes I still wag my tail after everytime he has raised his hand on me
I see the dog still wagging his tail even after his master has raised a hand on him
Maybe I ought to be a dog
But I call him "dad"
And maybe I used to call him dad
And maybe a "dad" and a "father" are very different
My father thinks I'm a dog
And I'll never be one
YOU ARE READING
Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.