I assumed it was all just a matter of time
Of age and of maturity.
Id see him as family
Id see him as home.
Yet, after being away from home for a year,
Away from comfort,
Away from family,
You still never made me feel home when i returned.
It was a mistake,
It was a dissapointment,
To see you have no change and remain the terrible person you were.
My hoping was my fault,
My fault of hoping a father to be home.
Fathers day arrives again, with its usual despise from me,
No one do i have to appreciate for the same,
Unless if i say me, who protected herself,
I have been more of a father that he could ever be.
Never wish you live for a second longer,
Your death is awaited by your own creation.
