Underneath

Underneath my shirt is my skin

Under my skin is my heart

And under my heart is a lot of hatred towards my father

He picked up and left me here stranded

With no place to go

Called me daily; told me he loves me

Even came to see me

It was my 11th birthday and he surprised me at the door

He stands in the door with a face like my own

There's so many questions I have to ask

Why he left I want to know

It kills me a little more everyday

As the days go by I wonder if he's still alive

I wonder if he's okay

I wonder if he'll come back one day

Maybe he will maybe he won’t

But as long as he knows

Underneath my shirt is my skin

Under my skin is my heart

And underneath my heart is love that could not be shared

Underneath that pain is remorse

I continue to ponder about life itself

And I sit and think of the man I once called dad

 

Author's Note

This is a poem written about my dad and the pain it caused when he did.