So this is a poem about me and my dad and this happend a long time ago. but i feel the need to share it considering he isn't being a very good dad again but i sapose in teh future ill forgive him. anyways so im really getting inpatient with him and how i haven't seen him in 2 months... or more so here is a poem that i wrote one night... We had another fight, Father and I did. This time it was on the phone, And it ended with a click. I’m holding back the tears, The sorrow and the laughter, It takes a real man, To be some one’s father. So here I sit, With the last words in my mind, ‘I’ve done it to your brother, And I can do it one last time.’ And with a joyful laugh, From the argument just heard, Their came a time in space, So insane and insecure. My father just hung up on me, Told me to respect. Why should I respect him? When he hasn’t even been… The father that should be there, For his children and his son… Don’t give me an answer, I don’t want to here it Hun. So here I sit, This one last time. Thinking… About it all. I’ve come to the conclusion, That I wasn’t at fault. We both just snapped… One faster than the other. So here I sit alone, With one brother and a mother. You might think this is stupid, What I have just read, I mean Christ, It doesn’t even blend. Well let me leave you with this one last thought, As my story alters… Standing in the rain… (this is an add on i didn't really write the rest of this) Caught in the rain, The clouds gather, Buckets begin to fall. Plants are wilting. I am freezing. The path I walk, Is so cold and faded. The people walking by, Have no faces. The rain grows fainter. The flowers come alive. I truly am, Awake inside. So thank you, And goodnight.