Remembering a FATHER

I remember the day you left,
I didn't know why. i was 3.

I would see the girls in my class with their dads.
I was alone. i was 6.

I would always wonder where you went, why i didn't have a FATHER, like the other girls. i was 7.

I remember the day you came back.
I was 9.

You were horrible to me and my brother. You didn't know how to be a FATHER. I was 10.

I never felt comfortable calling you Dad, that was a word i was unfamiliar saying. i was 11.

I never got over how you treated my mom. You weren't a Father. i was 13

I remember the day. i never saw you again.
i was 14.

I wish i had never of meet you.
i am 16.