Idiot

He pointed his finger to my face
And asked me why I was
He questioned my actions
These of which had fair meaning to myself

Maybe others don't understand
But this one moment haunts me till this day
But I see my father as a paedophile
From one I can't get away

When I look in to his eyes
That I hardly ever do
I see bad intentions
Those of which are not lawful

My fear I will not show
For that is what he wants
To be feared by everyone in our family
To be fear by everyone surrounding

This man does not deserve my tears
My father is a man of fake stems
Those of which he tries to climb
But doesn't manage to get to the top

And at the rate he never will
I don't have to wish for it to come true
This man is nothing without his family
My father, is nothing but rude.

By Anasha