Dad

This poem is like me and my dad sure he's "there" but he's never really there. He was in the house, he was there when I got home from school and when I woke up in the morning, but he wasn't there for me. He once gave me a necklace that said "daddy's little girl". I never wear it and when he asked why, I said because it wasn't true, that I wasn't his little girl I was just another burden on his shoulders, so why tell people a lie. So if you have problems with your dad try and tell him. I haven't yet but the longer I wait the madder I become, so don't wait, tell him how you feel, or write him it may be easier to have him read it then for you to say it.

I know how you feel. It's the same with my Father.
He wasn't really a dad to me after I moved back to his house. less so, now that I've moved back to my mom's. I'm not too sure if you would want to take the same route, though. He lost me forever.

Same with my dad. He can't bring back the past anymore. I'm done with him.