Please stop saying you’re the best father in the world,

because you’re not.

 

You’ll be another girl’s first father-daughter dance.

But hey, 

it’s okay because I can just watch from the sidelines.

It’s fine,

I’ll cry from the pain of not understanding, 

what I did wrong to lose you?

To find out that it wasn’t my fault, 

yet you choose someone else’s daughter before your own. 

 

That’s okay. I’m not mad.

I’m confused on what to do next,

like do you think I will invite you to big events in my life?

Do you think I will tell my partner to ask for your blessing?

Do you think you will walk me down the aisle?

To answer all those questions with one word. 

No. 

No, you won’t be there, 

you don’t get to come and go when YOU please.

That’s not how this works anymore.

 

It’s my turn to say the truth,

you’re not around in any way.

Communicating takes two, 

I shouldn’t be the one to start everything;

I shouldn’t be able to remember all the bad moments under your roof. 

I shouldn’t feel like you were a horrible father to me,

but guess what?

I do. 

 

Can you explain why I cry when I think of you?

No? Because neither can I?

I make friends with people that act more fatherly than you,

why do I have to find replacement father? 

I shouldn’t have to. 

Whenever someone talks about their father, 

I just want to scream because I have nothing good to say about you. 

I’m sorry. I know, it hurts but look at my side of this. 

I’ve been fighting with the idea that I can have you in my life.

During this time, my answer became as clear as water.

 

Say goodbye to your daughter, 

because she isn’t coming back. 

Bye Father.