My dad

You say you hate him you
say he\'s wrong so you pick
up the phone call who you
want tell who you feel like
telling it\'s not gonna help
KeeP TryinG
you\'ll make it threw
he\'s a sorry dad to you
well you know what i love my
dad and my love for him will always remain the same
no matter how you play them games i do get hollard at told
I\'m sorry as hell i get my ass
beat with a belt but it only hurts my feelings he only does what
he thinks is best he\'s not in
any way like the rest and thats why i love my dad the best

(i just want every1 to know i dont hate my dad in my last poem i was just mad!)