To whom it may concern

Sun, 04/28/2019 - 19:51 -- Arynor7

Years have gone by like clock work and you’re still gone.

I keep going back to memories in my mind asking where it all went wrong. 

Was it all those promises you made, now broken?

Or the deplorable rants of anger you would take out on your children.

I’m still healing, from the marks you’ve left on me.

The invisible ones that only the damaged can see.

You call yourself a father and make sure to hashtag it “dads life.”

But do you even know what that means?

It means you don’t pick which children you get to be a father to.

Put your sons first and say screw your daughters, like we don’t need you?

Even though I’m grown, I still want my dad.

So seeing you post first day of school pics of my brothers makes me really mad.

I know that seems selfish but sorry I never got that.

Listen no matter what I say can change what has happened.

But at least you’ll know the pain I’ve felt since I was six or seven.

After all the trials and tribulations that life has put me through.

The only thing I want is for you to look at me and know, I got through it all without you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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