The one I call father

by Liz   Mar 22, 2007


As i grew older, i started to rebel against you
yelling threatening
your the one that made me hate you,cant you see that?
no, i forgot your getting old and your are starting to become blind
as i get older, everyday i think how you treated me, my mom and my brothers
you didn't think how you were to us
i tell you that you are like your father, you denied that
but really deep down inside you know and admit it to yourself, that she is right, you are.
but you try to make it sound like he treated you worse.
well if you think your father treated you so bad,
then you are admitting that you treat us the same, but not as bad.
why did you say all of these hateful things?
I though you loved us, obviously you don't.
you don't care for mom, you don't even deserve her
she loves you with all of her heart, but i don't see why?
I use to look up to you
i thought you were the coolest dad
i saw how you treated your step-son, my brother
i was young. you made him leave at the age of sixteen. your the one who made him quite school. he got into trouble. i know if he stayed he would've done better
but now he is doing better than you
hell all of your kids are doing better than you are.
you don't even have a job
as usual, depending on my mother and brother
i don't even understand, she should leave your ass. i don't know how she could ever love you, after how you yell and control her,
well you know what
I'm older now, I'm better than you are.
I hate you!
and I'm gonna leave it at that.

Liz Boorsma
Age 18
Senior

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