Pops

Why do you make me feel like this, Pops?
Why do you talk to me like you do, Pops?
Why do you put me down, Pops?
Why are you so negative, Pops?

What did I ever do to you, Pops?
What did I say to make you mad, Pops?
What do I have to do to make you stop, Pops?
What do I have to say to make it better, Pops?

Where did your anger come from, Pops?
Where do you want it to go, Pops?
Where do you want me to be, Pops, when your anger has torn me apart?
Where do you think this is going, Pops?

When are you going to stop, Pops?
When is this going to end, Pops?
When will you leave me alone, Pops?
When will it be good again, Pops?

Who was it that made you feel like this, Pops?
Who made you talk like you do, Pops?
Who made you into what scares me, Pops?
Who made me not like you, Pops?

I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
I don’t want to fear you.
I don’t want to talk to you.
I don’t want to hear you.
I don’t want to see you.
I don’t want to be around you.

I’m afraid you’ll rub off on me,
And make me just like you.
You’ll make me bitter, angry, and sad.
It’s bad enough now
Without you to add more.
I want to be better.
I want to feel better.