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Poem about my Dad

I sit here
On my bed
Thinking of you
And how much you hurt me
The words cut deep into my skin
Even though I didn't hear them come off your lips
They hit me hard
Like a blow to the face
But I pretended like I didn't care
Blew it off with a laugh
When deep down
The pain is almost too much to bear
How could you?
You helped bring me into this world
Said you'd love me always
But now you turned dark
And hateful
Say what you want
Make me look like the bad person
Deep down you know it's not true
Just words to make you feel better
You only see what you want
Not what is really there
I'll hold the tears back
Cause I won't waste them on you
Your a cold person
A stranger
And to think I used to call you my Father

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Were your father to read this the score would be even. It's powerful, and the amount of pain that you had shut down the love and respect you had for him. I'm not even involved in the situation and it hit me pretty damn hard as well. It's never a pleasant thing seeing a rift like that happen in any situation, but that's just how life happens at times. This is a very personal poem, but it has enough driving force to make it a dark piece of art. Well done.

[A Touch of Insanity:)]

Very nice poem, I'm sorry for anything your father has done to you, they can be jerks....

[Tommy]

Wow, these words cut like knifes. I can definitely feel the emotion in this piece; it is profoundly saddening, but all too real to the world we live in. Often the people we love the most say things that hurt us the most. Sometimes this is done to make them feel better about themselves and about the current situation they are in, or sometimes emotions are expressed to hurt someone as they feel they have been hurt, but either way it is sad that it has to come to hurting the ones we love the most; instead we should be showing our children the love and compassion we feel for them. I am guilty of this, not from the fathers point, but as the child I have often gave in to this temptation to saying hurtful things to the ones I love; for the reasons of trying to hurt them back, but doing these things never seems to bring me happiness, but rather it brings more pain to my heart.
What a wonderfully written expression of sadness this piece conveys.
Great write! And keep up the good work.
RLG,
Tommy

[Jenny Nelson]

I can certainly feel the hurt in these words. (May I suggest as a long time, very flawed parent, though one who truly loves her kids, that after you get the anger and frustration out, you have an honest talk with your dad? Just a thought.) But again, you did a great job in relaying your emtions. Getting a mood or feel across, to me anyway, is an extremely important part of poetry.