When i think about what my
Dad did to my family,
I try to understand him
I am a very understanding person
But i don't understand this
I don't know what got into him
To do the things he did.
I am also a forgiving person
And i don't think i forgave him yet,
Is this why it's on my mind often?
I hate him for what he did
I think it's sick in the head!
But at the same time i still
love him for the person i knew
Him as, before everything Happened. Kind, gentle, funny,
fun, and understanding.
Then this other side came out, and change my perspective. I don't Know where it came from, some
Day i would like to know.
I actually miss my dad, and
Wonder why he doesn't call
Not even on my birthday
He didn't even buy me a grad
Present, does he care?
I don't know anymore, i have
Been out of his life for so long
That maybe he just stopped caring.
One day I will get the guts to
Ask him these questions,
Until then, I will always wonder.
I just wish i could have, my old
Dad back, it's an emotional scar
That is still bleeding, I hope
One day it will heal, but maybe
These things never do!
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