I look back into my past and see
the poor pathetic girl
who cried to much
that I use to be
I remember asking myself
why you hated me
what I had done to deserve the pain
from every hit and every word
But now I've grown up
and I'm not blind to what you do
I'm not a scared little girl anymore
I am a very irate young lady
I see all the lies
and the meaningless anger
every hit and every bruise
are still fresh on my mind
And I pity you old man
you were so unhappy with your unsuccessful life
that you had to take it out on your children
the ones who loved you so much
You are no longer worthy of my love
you sick old man
you are no father to me
you are simply my sperm donor
I hate you
you never loved me
you just used me
as a shield to hide who you really are
You knew I wouldn't tell
and that you would never get caught
you went normally through each day
while I was forced to hide the pain and bruises
I pity you old man
for your life is running out
and the ones you expect to be by your side
will look at you with pity in their eyes and walk away.
A contest entry
- but my dad never loved me. by iverbthenoun.
1000 points, ended July 2, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i think we might have the same dads,
my father is a pitiful old man too
and hes dying, finally
any way good write -
wow. this is...wow. you already know how i feel about my father. you sum up everything, the feeling of looking to your childhood, the feeling of being grown and knowing better, the realization of why it happens, the pity for your own father... every line captures another feeling.
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This is a stark direct missive to someone who was brutal and caused so much pain. You have done a great job with the poem.
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Wonderful. I must wish you the best of luck in the contest, this is a wonderful piece of work you have written.
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thank you so much =]
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