I'm happy when your gone
I wrote songs to say how much I loath you
I loath you because you threatened to kill me
You were never there for me
You took away my childhood
You took away my freedom
Leaving me with the pain
You're my father
Isn't it sad
that I don't know how many siblings I have
I tore up your pictures
And I screamed your name
I bribed you to stay
You left anyway
I cried for months
My memories of you
are the harsh words you spoke
and ripped letters
You didn't help make my dreams come true
What kind of father are you?
When I was younger I tried to run
It was mom who saved the day
And you broke our hearts
The walls of this house are stained with tears
And echo with screams
As our dreams died
I was bullied
You didn't care
You said stop crying
or I'll give you something to cry about
Now you dare ask why I love you no more
I wonder how many times you beat us
Wonder how many lives ruined
Why you act the way you do
So many reasons to hate you
Kayla Worley
YOU ARE READING
Life Is An Adventure
PoetryThis is some of the pomes I've written put into a book. Each chapter will be a different pome, except the first chapter which is basically what I say here.
