His Fault

by Carolina g   Aug 22, 2003


He's always yelling,
with anger in his eyes,
I'm almost getting use to,
his common "little" lies.
He calls himself a father,
but he's never there for me,
His stubborn ways of thinking,
just wont let him see.
I don't really care now,
I dont need him any more,
My heart is really hurtung,
It's his fault it's soar.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Melissa May

    My father is the same way, if not worse.
    I can totally relate to your poem, I love it.
    Keep writing,
    <3.

    Xox.Melissa.

  • 16 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    Poem is a 5 as i vote it but the contents
    so sad i feel for you and big hug
    cy

    p.s. read my profile its for u today

  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Awww hunni, its really good, its a shame you feel like that but the poem is awesome x x x x x x

  • 17 years ago

    by Jenn

    Wow that was really beatiful. but at least you have a father.

  • 19 years ago

    by Nanita

    I really understand how you feel. Mine is the same way (I think). He gets mad if I talk to someone outside my race but I don't worry about it any more because he can't tell me who I can love and who I can't.

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