My father the drunk
Cancer ridden, deceptively strong
My father the downtrodden
The evil, the wicked
The misunderstood
My father the non-believer
My creator, my worst enemy
The bane of my existence
My father the guilt giver
The crying, sensitve
Wannabe genius
He hates me, he has to
Somewhere in that down home country heart
Or else I have a target on my head
Tattooed at birth, visible only to him
When whiskey flows freely through his veins
My father the…
Never want to go home again
He’s my jailer, my destruction
Giver of pain and hate
However logically there is no one evil
And maybe my father is just like me
A reflection of my worst traits
And I despise the notion
My father the almost famous
The writer, the narcissist
Me the wannabe famous
Die young and lovely
The writer, the narcissist
The tempted to addiction
An addiction just like his
My father the manipulator
The fiend
The only person capable of unraveling me
Of hitting every button I’ve ever possessed
Me the manipulative
I the crazed, maddened stranger
I would destroy the mirror that likened me to him
But then I would be the end of myself
My father
I will never be able to rid myself of him
Because unfortunately
Like a disease
He will always be a part of me.
Author notes
today I completed a writing assignment for a class, it was about a person I feared. I picked my father.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You did a great job with the assignment. I could feel the hate and the fear in your words... not just the fear of him, but the fear of being like him. Kinda reminds me of the song "Half Jack" by The Dresden Dolls, with the endings. Great job.
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This is awesome and I can really relate to it. Your words flow so freely and are connected very smoothly. Fantastic job.
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This is easily one of your best works. Poignant and intriguing. Beautifully crafted. Much kudos for this!
I just wrote one about people like this, who stick with you and you cant get rid of them, because they're like a terminal illness clinging to you. Ick.
Fantastic write.
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whoa...
This was...profound. The descrption was amazing, and the whole poem flowed effortlessly.
This part was my favourite!
"My father the almost famous
The writer, the narcissist
Me the wannabe famous
Die young and lovely"
absolutly stunning love!
xo
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