You're Not My Father

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When I was little, I was Daddy's little girl.

No was not heard of

I looked at you as funny, caring, and adventurous.

Then you left for awhile and came back

and yes was no more.

Now you're coniving, deceitful, and a liar.

You said you cared about us,

but actions speak louder than words.

Why did you bring strange women to our house at night?

Why did you make phone calls outside?

Why were you not home?

Why did you make mom cry?

Why did you move away?

We lost our house after you left.

Now food is always limited.

Mom is always tired. 

We just got a car to drive after a year.

Thanks for buying me a phone after you heard another man wanted to.

Thanks for choosing my last year of high school to pay for things.

Thanks for "caring".

Father's Day is coming up.

But you still won't get a card.

I'm not your little girl anymore.

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