My father is an
n g a
Constantly changing my opinion of him.
However, there are a few things I know
for certain.
Always:
I love my dad. He is my flesh and blood.
Not something you can
u your
r back
n on.
Often:
I wish he would change.
Metamorphosis into someone better,
Someone mature, who acts like a dad,
not as my friend.
On the
F L I P
side,
as my "friend"
he is far more willing to get me what I want.
Selfish, I know.
But after all, I am
h u m a n .
Sometimes:
I remember to pity him. It is not
HIS fault.
It is HERS.
There is a reason for the way he is.
I desperately
HATE her for it.
I hope she enjoys burning in hell.
However, sometimes I don't give a damn.
Everyone has issues, but they must p u s h through it.
But instead, he takes the easy way out.
The bottle.
Rarely:
Do I try to connect with him. I know it's wrong, but I can't and won't
R S E T
E P C his way of coping.
I know he is [lonely].
But I don't want to try.
All my life, he has disappointed me.
And then tried to buy my love, as his father taught him.
You may be suprised, but...
NEVER:
Do I hate him. Sometimes, I feel like I do.
But I don't.
He is my dad after all.
99% of the time - he is incredibly annoying.
But I know he loves me, and tries his best...
most of the time, anyways.
My father is an
n g a
One that I'll never be able to figure out.
YOU ARE READING
My Father.
PoesíaWritten in 2009. Describing the relationship and feelings I had towards my dad at the time.
