Dad

 He said your still writing about old stuff, GUESS i havent gotten over it yet. He

dont like how what i write makes him look like some creep, some werido. He

says hes tired of not being the hero in my poems, i say me too. i write how i feel.

He dont like the momories he left me with me neither, dont like being reminded

of his faults but i look in the mirrior everyday, got his face, what that make me?

He says you aint gonna be successful in life i say you made sure of that, and even

if i am your not gonna be apart of that either. He said i came to your softball games

once, twice, maybe three times, and that one time you played volley ball, remember

i took you out to eat, i sau you do all that for the attetion, to get praise and glory that

dont belong to you. He asks if im gonna let his couple mistakes ruin us after all the good

 things he just said. I say you dont desreve another chance, you dont descreve to come

to my softball game, to come to my volleyball games, you dont desrve to be seen out with

me. Dads shouldnt even have a reason to ask for a second chance, because most dont mess

up like this.