First of my problems, but not the last of my tearsBorn with issues, pass down lingering fearsHow do you think it feels knowing my own father walked out?My only coping method is perpetual doubtThe only memory I have of you is potrayed in photographsLeft us with nothing, only an image of a selfish sociopathUnwilling to take responsibility, more ambition to roamYour major absence makes me tentative to say I have a homeTheif of my childhood: you forced me to matureFor raising oneself is not human natureEndless stories of paternal figures all my peers hadQuite unfortunate I didn't even have someone to call "Dad"