Father I love you, I really do!
But why do you treat me the way you do? I cry at night and get yelled at in the day,push around and shove, all over the place. The looks you give me kill me inside. I\'m sorry that god did not make me your little boy, I had no choice In the matter I swear. It hurts me every day That I don't make you proud, I'm sorry I'm a loser, a b-tch
or a W-h-o--e. I am always trying very hard, Yes I do, to make you say, honey I love you too
