I love you.
I truly love you.
But Dad,
I simply don't understand you at times.
And I hate that, because we are so alike
But yet so different.
Why threaten me in front of my friends over a shower?
Why do you insist on pointing out every physical flaw I have?
I know you love me.
I'm sure it comes from a good place,
But if anything it hurts more when it comes from you.
You don't have to tell me.
I already know.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Mad
PoetryThe title says it all, just some different poems that go from my brain to you. (Cover not done by me, done by the amazing @LaurenDMSmith)
