Dad...It's Not Too Late

Dad,Daddy,Pap,Father they all mean the same thing:a protector,someone who loves you for you.
But for me it means something different..he's not my protector or someone that loves me for me,but a person who will always find something to critises me about anything.I have to try and impress you but it never works.
You always find an excuse not to see me and you know what? I'm happy with that,but that then means i cannot see my little sis,and not seeing her would be like what you done to me,not seeing me for months on end and make me cry for the stupidest reasons.Now a teenager I know your a big kid,but it's still no excuse,I'm the kid here and I'm more mature than you!.
You know for some reason I still love you Dad,for some reason even through the hate for you I still care for you and I dunno why,because I hate you with all my heart yet through all of what you have done you still have a small glimmer of hope because I can't push it out..not yet anyway.
But soon someday and that day will be soon when I finally realize you treat me like Sh*t,I will block you out of my life.
And soon you will be nothing to me as you bairly are now.
So stuff you Dad! I am no longer your Rag Doll!

-x- Through the tears I cry
Something inside me dies
I must be blind
But do you really mind?
Of course not
You will soon be a dot
With other dots and i won't be able to find
you
As I won't be looking -x-

Treat me like a daughter,You still have time,But not much.
Are you too late?