Living with no dad is rough and very hard sometimes.
On my twelveth birthday I wished for a dad.Someone to throw a ball with or teach me how to fish.
Because of him my life seems so small,
If only he would call.
For thirteen years he never evern tryed,
And on my forteenth birthday I found out he died.
That night I went to bed crying,
Wishing that I had a father and I knew what one really is like.
My boyfriend, and uncles are the closest people I got to a dad.
But they weren\'t there the day I was born holding my mothers hand,
Or the time i needed incouragement to get back up on my feet and rach for my goal.
Because of you am afraid of men,
Am afraid all men abandon their children.
All men are monsters in the dark,
If my wish would ever had come true I would wish for a father that I knew.
