Dear Dad,

What the heck were you thinking?
I still don't need your shit.
If you thought I could forgive you,
Then you are full of it.

The drugs and booze define you,
They always have, they always will.
You think I want to hear your lies?
No thanks, I've had my fill.

You thought we could talk it over,
But guess what, you were wrong.
The days I would have listened to you,
Are in the past, long gone.

Guess what, I have a life now.
One that doesn't include you.
I am happy, free and busy,
And I hope you can be, too.

I won't ever hate you,
After all, you are my dad,
But I will tell you how it is,
And I wont feel bad.

Your life is gone and destroyed,
but mine has just begun.
While you were rotting away in prison,
I was having fun.

You mope around your house all day,
Wishing it would end,
But I have better things to do,
Like hang out with my friends.

You wish I would support you,
Tell you everything is fine,
But I learned a lot in the last few years,
Like you've got your life, and I have mine.

Me and you are worlds apart,
You drink and smoke for play.
I have lots of fun, too,
I just found a better way.

You think I owe you something,
Because I'm your DNA.
But that was my mother's choice, not mine,
So I'm not going to pay.

You called me on the phone last night,
Your voice...It sounded sober.
That made it awful hard for me,
To tell you-our relationship, it's over.

To: Glennon Threlkeld, one screwed up father.