Ode To You

I don't want to care
what you think of me.
I moved away for a reason,
I desired release.

So what if I'm not calling Dad.
You're not calling either.
Wanna talk?
Press my number.

And how come, step mom,
I could never live to be your child too?
How come whenever I have a baby,
you'll act like you did with your other stepchild,
like her children are
a restless annoyance?

Every dream that you're in, father,
You're so venomous.
I can't win.
And I'm scared you'll be the man
you are in my dreams.