An untitled poem about daddy

He hurt me really bad
he doesn't care
every time i talk to him i cry

i always ask myself "what did i do to him to make him to be like this to me?"

i cant help but wonder why isn't he a good father to me like he is to his newer kids?
all the kids he has adds up to seven

it hurts knowing he is being a father to his new kids and not to the ones that he already had

i cry at night
i wonder if he is right
maybe i am wrong for bringing up the past
maybe i do yell at him to much

no...i will not blame myself for what he has done i did nothing wrong.

i don't think
i hope not
why do i always get the blame?