Prisoner

by her diary is sick of hearing his name   Apr 5, 2004


I hate you dad
i truly do
and i dont want anything
to do with you

i was 2 when you left
i dont remember much
except for one thing
and that was moms shrill scream

i am now 12
you still havent been a part of my life
except for a stupid letter
from time to time

im now 22
and out on my own
but you however
are surounded by stome

im now 32
with a husband and 3 kids
you however
in prison still live

you werent there for my first teeball game
or the time my earing fell down the drain
you werent there for my first big crush
for the all the times he gave me a big rush

you werent there for my prom
i kept wondering where you went wrong

you died young
aty age 66
and i stand here at your gravestone
with my lover and 3 kids

on your stone it said
loving father of 3
but whoever wrote that
clearly couldnt see

that you werent a father
not to katie
not to barry
not to me

so even tho on you stone it said
loveing father of 3
it should have been
prisoner for eternity

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