I love you but I hate you.
You made mother cry, for you have failed to give her the life
Now she takes her anger out on us.
Is it really our fault that you become an alcoholic?
That you decided to make our life a living hell?
Does it make you happy to see us be broken?
I grew up lying to people about what kind of father I have.
To this day no one truly knows what kind of father I have.
I fear for people to meet you, I don’t want them to meet you
For I don’t want you to be here
I wish I didn’t have a father,
Life would be so much easier if you were gone
For I decided to not have a father anymore
So Dad I’m sorry but I refuse to be called your daughter
I refuse to live like this
I’m done pretending like I don’t hate you
So it was nice knowing you.
But I’m DONE with you!
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