Dad...its yer fault!

I was already four,
when you decided to meet me,
but now I'm twelve,
and i don't need you...you see.

Now this year you and mom,
got married and i cried,
part of it was happiness,
but part of me wanted to die.

Now we live in this place,
where i have no one to trust,
and when i think of who did it,
its puts me in disgust.

Its your fault,
that you waited so long,
to do that to your child,
is not right...its wrong.

And now your mad,
because I'm with mom more,
but you weren't with me all my life,
and having you there is something i would have died for!