i hate my dad
if you want to call him that
but he is not a dad to me
he isn't anything but bad
i hate him with all of my soul
and i shall see
when he dies
that is my goal
people do not know how i feel
they think that he is nice
or worse
that it's no big deal
he never goes away
he is always there
but i wish he would
anytime any day
i have cried every last tear
but he hasn't shed one
he doesn't know
and he doesn't care
he hurts so much
but i am tough
except inside
which isn't such
i barely show
how hurt i am
i just can't
he must not know
he doesn't ask or talk to me
i cannot tell him
cause i am scared
but someday i will get the courage not to be
if only i had the courage