Sometimes I hate my dad.
I hate the way he breathes,
I hate the way he talks,
I hate the way he makes me feel like I\'m two feet tall.
I hate my dad when he\'s mad,
But I hate when he\'s too nice.
I hate the way he cares,
But I hate more when I\'m who he ignores.
I hate my dad because I\'m scared.
I\'m scared to see him through -
Through the pain hes been through,
Because I know “people have it worse than you”
I hate my dad because I am him.
I\'m the version of him he hates;
A coward, sick in the head, full in the heart.
I\'m the version my dad wanted to be,
And he\'s the version of me I never want to be.
I hate my dad because I can\'t bring myself to hate.
I hate that I cry -
That I cry about losing him.
I hate that we’re not close,
But he\'s the one I\'ll always miss most.