Every time I hear your name,
or remember your face; I fight to keep back the tears.
I have to remind myself that you’re okay.
That no harm can come to you now.
But then I realize that I’m just lying to myself.
You’re not safe.
Even though I hate you, and want nothing to do with you.
I still care about you.
I still care because deep down inside I still love you.
You’re still my dad.
And no matter how hard I try nothing can change that.
So I want you to know that you are my father and I still care.
