Father, father,
Why must you be with that a bitch?
You should know that she makes me sick.
Father, father,
I'm miserable.
Hating you, but not feeling whole.
Father, father,
When I'm there,
I feel like dying.
I always end up crying.
Father, father,
Why'd you leave me,
And even attempt to make me happy.
Father, father,
You should know,
I'm like your garden gnome.
Making everything look pretty.
Father, father,
You should know,
I'm no longer a part of your soul.
And P.S. Father,
I don't miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryTrue poetry comes from the hearts. This is my true poetry, from me to you.