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Dad


You ever think to yourself what could I do different?

Someone like you I bet you don't even consider it

Because your perfect right oops I almost forgot 

Your too good for your family you left you daughter sitting out to rot

Then you come back thinking that id be happy

But I got shit to do so can you make it snappie 

But even better yet dont even bother to come 

You're prettty good at that right dad? thats why you're the living deffinition of scum

and then you claim that you will always be there for me

Then where were you at my second grade spelling be?

I didnt win infact I did pretty bad

But thats only cause I was starting at the audience looking for my dad 

But you didnt show up and I sat there thinking was there something I couldve done different?

I started to panic and I thought it was something that I did

But what makes a parent not show up for your kid 

But im older now dad and I want you to know 

That I dont think about you at all  anymore 

And I know this letter contradicts that 

But someone smart told me you gotta talk about your issues to let go of your past

For years I tried to hold all inside 

But then I noticed my empathyf for others  started to die 

All I wanted all these years was to hear from you 

Then I get a letter from other daughter and I saw it as a break though 

She talked about how her dad wasnt really a bad guy 

And that he made mistakes that he truly regrets inside 

She talked about how I was a secret like a old memory that he dismissed 

If your life is so great why fuck em I on your mailing list 

But the shit she said showed me how much you dont care 

And that you had another family that you stayed for that shit aint fair

I will never forgive you dad 

SHIT why do I keep calling you that

But you know what Ive grown has a whole

I haven got future plans and my head it set on a goal

And i dont see you anywhere within my plans

Maybe its cause you couldnt step up to the plate and be a man

And I hope you read this and know

This isnt me starting to let my feelings show....

This shit is old news Im just finally letting it out 

But now im grown and this time i reall have no doubts 

that this will be the last shit I ever say to you 

considering all the shit you put me though

and one last thing dont even reply to this 

Look at it as if I gave you a free dismiss 

you should be happy right thats what you always wanted

well it looks like now you finally got it

 

 

 

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