Why Try?

The poem speaks for itself.

I see the face you wear as if there were a stench of rotten moldy cheese following you around.
I see the one of many things you and the devil share in common.
I see
the
Fallen
angel within you.
You have the need to always want for yourself and never worry for others.
A substance in a brown bottle or a clear glass that makes you wreak of bitter and sourness.
You are rude.
You´re the kind of father to make a daughter want to or turn to
dancing
on
poles,
giving blows in the alley,
and getting touched in a motel down the street.
You´re the kind that knows no such thing as the word kind or clean.
You only know to choose and forever have a toy you want out of the others, just leaving the rest to get the abuse and yells.
You'll let your child die for a plethora of reasons. Yet you always say “ I'm the parent.¨
You send the children away to ¨ factories ¨ and then treat them like Ella
my bad Cinderella.
You're worst than dear old mommy dearest.
Only throwing slurs of curse words around as if it is your only vocabulary especially at the only family
in
Your
life.
Need water? Thirsty as can be, just wildly chasing woman without your children in mind.
I apologized once and you did not accept.
Our mother does so much and you do so little, but I guess that´s the job of a mother and the job of a sperm donor.
You
Know
nothing.
Absolutely
nothing.
So why? Why try?
Why try anymore?
I am tired.
But one day with God by my side I will be strong and rise.
Your words of negativity will no longer phase me in anyway.
I will go to college.
I will live life.
I will be free.
So I just have one question for you.
Why?
Why continue to cause pain?
Why try?