Father
Father
Nothing I do makes you smile.
It took me quite awhile to realize.
You do not enjoy me around.
It is quite sad that you are my dad.
I attempt talk to you, but you make me mad.
It is quite clear you do not enjoy me around.
All I want is for you to talk to me.
At this point I give up and realize.
You do not enjoy me around.
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