To The Man I Sometimes Call Dad

I lie awake at night

And converse with the darkness.

We discuss m both an(prenominal) an(prenominal) things,

The blackness and I.

We had an interesting conversation

The other night.

I have been wondering lately

What it would be ilk

To be someone other than me.

If I were more corresponding her,

Would you still Hate me?

If I werent kindred me,

Would you realize that you produced twain?

Could you know that we argon equal,

Although not the same?

Could you be that open-minded?

Doubtful.

Is it possible for you to see me

As the woman Ive become,

Rather than the girl

You once knew?

Ive overcome many obstacles,

Climbed many mountains,

Achieved many dreams;

that still you refuse to respect me.

You regularize me that Im worthless,

That I wont amount to much.

You call me a loser

I Cannot take it any longer!

I volition fight back this time.

But am I Strong enough

To fight that which makes me weak?

No.

I will continue to permit you belittle me

And treat me like a fool,

Like I am merely a stepping stone

On your path of destruction.

You tell me to respect you

But how give the axe I respect a man

Who doesnt respect himself?

I cant honor and result you

Like a true DAD should be treated.

Because in these medieval seventeen years,

You have never been a Dad to me.

You are only my guardian, my provider -

Not my Dad.

Youve provided me with the basics,

What I need now is for you to assistant me;

Love, Laugh, be Free,

Live every moment to the Fullest.

Until you can fulfil that need,

I will let the darkness

Heal my wounded soul,

Because you never learned how.

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I really like this poem. Although I cant personaly relate(my poppings dead) I feel like I understand. You are a prominent poet.

that was deep. i really like this poem and can relate to it on some levels. my dad is an alcoholic, and tells me not to waste my talant then asks me where our relationship went... i great poem well done

I understand what you are talking about(predicate) because I have been going through the same thing. But now that Im in college my father is trying to be at that place every step of the way but now its a little bit to late.

I relate every step from world belittled being called not my son and unappreciative contain every time I point out that he wasnt there for me.

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