Stranger who left

You were there, when I  started walking.

You weren't there when I first cried, in that white blessing room.

I miss you, 

I hate that I always think of you daily.

You smile forms simply, nothing special shown.

You high-pitched annoying voice,

I hate mainly hating me, you used to assure you made it had known

Lies are the only thing you've ever told.

I do not wish the dark deep death on you.

Yet your attitude with me was always so cold.

You always walked away, leaving me with no clue.

"I won't go anywhere." you cried one night, I knew that was a lie;

yet it all seemed so mesmerizing.

 I really hate your strong aroma, you will never feel this heart-warming love.

I will always long for your presence, dad.

Just as the same day, I stood there on my graduation day

I stood there, as I stand there showing I'm never sad.

You were the stranger that left.