My Dad <br /> <br />My dad is someone who is always never there <br />Wanting him to love me, showing me that he cared. <br /> <br />When I was little I use to scream and shout <br />All he showed me, his doubt. <br /> <br />I did believe in him, and somehow he would always win. <br /> <br />With one long look, I would start to fold the tears in my eyes <br />Because he was so cold to me, and telling me lies. <br /> <br />For I was that child always having a argue to take him back <br />He would always pack his things and go away for while, then come back. <br /> <br /> I would go on thinking he didn’t care <br />For my dad I did shed a tear. <br />He doesn’t care. <br /> <br />Now! I am adult he missed so much <br />I still have my doubt. <br /> <br />He still comes and goes as he please. <br /> <br />I still feel like I have some kind of disease <br />I need to get the courage to tell him where to go <br />Or should I show him?<br /><br />Pam Fraser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dad-2/
