story of a father

once years ago

i had grown

i came to the world

just a little girl

affraid and confused

father in love with booze

in the end i was used

he tried his best

i guess

 

there when he wanted to be

my only question... what about me?

so many times ive been torn down

by this silly clown

now all he does is pout and frown

its now been a month or two

and each excuse is more rude

 

a father he is not

hes just there to give it a shot

he shoves religion in my face

as if that is his place

his place to me

is to bring tears upon company

 

a father he is not

what a lovely thought