Father. Poem by xXsuicideXepidemicXx

Remember almost eight years ago?
Do you remember in the yard?
How about the trailor in the field?
I remember the way I said no.
I didn't want to.
What gave you the right to do that to me?
Who did you think you were?
Certainly not my father.
You've never acted as one,
Always as a pervert,
Or a druggy.
Remember when I found your stash?
Remember when I cut myself so deep?
Remember when you kicked me out because I messed up?
What gave you that right?