Why dad, why???

A dad is ment to be there
A dad is ment to care

My dad wasnt there
little did I know if he even cared?

He didnt choose my right from wrong
He didnt even see

Do I care, no I dont coz he wasnt there!

He wasnt there to tie my lace
He wasnt there to see me win my first race

I hate him, but yet I still love him
Hes my father and forever will be

But yet no one said I had to love him
Just like he dosent love me

Its ment to be a task he enjoys doing
Not a chore he hates being.