Father

As i read these poems
of wonderful dads
i think of my father
and how he makes me sad

my \"dad\" is no longer
a person i wish to see
because look just what
hes done to me

he put his hands
were they should have been
i pushed away his hands
but he\'d but then back again

i cried for days
wishing it was a dream
if only it was a movie
so everyone had seen

i asked myself why
but still i went back
but i wont ever again
and this is a fact

i never understood
just why he was such a fool
i promised i\'d be good
and work really hard in skool

but now that i know
he is not a man
i try to be stronger then him
anyway i can

but im failing in skool
sumthin he will enjoy
and would u have been diffferent
if i was a boy

of course u would
u would never malest a boy
u wouldnt even use him
even as a toy

im sorry i was born
of this i am sure
because i will search forever
for my heart to be cured