My Father

 

My father is the man

Who always must be known

I continue wondering why,

He always ends up alone

 

The relationships he forms

Are those of give and take

He doesn’t love the way one should

Many call him a fake

 

I tried to see the good

But there was nothing to be found

I wish he would have understood

Why he always makes me frown

 

He replaces relationships with voids

When no one seems to care

I wish he would realize

I’ve been the only one there.

 

 He transforms his sentiments into beer,

Corona to be exact.

He says it keeps his mind clear,

Elements of a father he remains to lack.

 

 

Talking with him day by day,

Why punish me?

There’s always something he has to say.

With him, I never feel free.

 

I try so hard to break apart,

I never seem to get away.

It hurts me that I love him,

And that I choose to stay

 

So, I sit at the bar,

Modeling what he’s shown me.

I never thought he’d take it this far,

Everything’s telling me to leave.