Dad, why can't you be proud of me,
It's like seeing me alive is hard for you to see.
Whenever others are around, you treat me nice,
But as soon as they turn their backs, you uncover the lies.
You never come to anything I'm in, which isn't fair,
You judge my life by the color of my hair!
You don't care about me, that's why you kicked me out,
You didn't care that I cried, you didn't care that I pout.
You kicked me out, luckily I had my grandma to go to,
So I live with her, but you're never through-
with upsetting me, you come over and be mean again,
As if nothing happened, but if you could lend-
an ear, you'd see it's your fault, I'm so sad,
You're the reason I'm always mad!
I hope your happy, thanks to your constant lying,
Every night I feel as if I'm dying.
