Wishing There Were More Unspoken Words

I've been thinking about what you said.
All the words that were yelled instead of spoken.
Criticizing me for growing up into a teen.
Burning my heart with those words that you shouted.
How could you do this?
How could you hurt me?
Mom says you love me, that`s why you yell.
I think about that and it doesn`t make since.
When you love someone, you don't scream at them.
You talk to them because you care about them.
You never cared about me.
You never cared that I cried myself to sleep at night.
Hitting me would make things a lot worse.
But emotionally you killed me with those words.
Nothing was left unsaid.
Everything was yelled out in the open.
You hurt me, you broke my heart.
My own dad tore my world apart.
How could you do that to me?
How could you yell at me?
It was a mistake, I`m not a bad kid.
I`m growing up like I`m supposed too.
You always yell at me.
Always making me cry.
"Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?"
You used to say to me.
I can't take this anymore.
Anyone can be a father.
But it takes a real man to care about me.
That real mans called a dad.
A dad doesn`t yell at his child.
He tells him or her what they did wrong.
But by yelling at me, you crushed my world.
You never gave me a chance to breathe.
Always bringing me down with that harsh voice.
Always putting the fear of god into me.
You never cared what I felt.
Then at night you'd say you were sorry.
Well if you really were
You wouldn't have hurt me in the first place.
Mom always made excuses for you.
"He works alot"
"He`s just tired"
Well why do you take it all out on us?!
You yell at mom,Chris and me!
Your not a bad person, but you need to understand.
Your not supposed to yell at us.
Your supposed to give us a helping hand.
Your supposed to be our father, supposed to be there for us.
All you do is yell at me, for becoming a grown up.
It makes no since, no since at all.
I'm tired of wasting my tears on you.
You don`t care about me.
And if you do, you have a really weird way of showing it.
I hope when I have kids, I never yell at them.
It would kill me to see them cry like I did that day.
Obviously it didn't kill you, because your still yelling at me.
Yelling at me is the only thing you do.
I thank god that you don't hit me.
But yelling is just as bad.
Emotionally I`m all tore up, it's all way to sad.
But your not there for me.
Like one of those T.V dads.
You never cared about me.
You never have.