Paranormal activity

The skies have been grey, they haven't been blue. Guess you can blame the sky, because I didn't recognize you. There were smiles, gave that all up. Mentally drying the rain, success with no luck. What I saw wasn't you, because what I saw wasn't something you'd do. You were there for me, when I more than needed you. What I wanted to feel; what I with no reluctance wanted to see, in my schizophrenic mind, I just wanted to believe. Because a father you've never been, not slightly, not slighter, not something you can microscopically see. No wonder I didn't recognize you, you can see what's never been seen. It sucks, how my anger, is just a feel for a stranger. Maybe there's a reason why after said word comes danger. Under the same watery rooftop, going at this alone. Why do I write, they ask? So I can make this ishh known.