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.
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Author:
jay scott sterling (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: auauauugh eating my feelings & throwing them up here. i made this like. 10 mins ago, cried, kept writing, kept crying, & now its here. girls when they think abt their dad for too long (me. im girls(gn). ok bye im gonna go cry more
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Comments2
Brilliant!
I related, as my words below will show
thank you dear Poet
it helps us to know we're not alone;
nothing quite like that parent lottery
all the love they intended
yet we're rotten through to our core
ahhhh
is 9am too early for rum...
lol
(I will die childless
just to insure, I will never become
like the toxic men
who exemplified fatherhood in my
family
I'm enough
my accursed bloodline, i'll rid the world of
and yes, when that time comes
he'll be no more that dust, to be
I'll be speechless with grief
but a part of me will finally find
a true serenity...)
Interesting that you see yourself in him.
Love the good x.
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