Father Part I

My father hasn’t called me, has he forgotten? And why does he think I’m so damn rotten? I swear he hates me, But why, I just can’t see. He used to tell me so many stories, But now he doesn’t call and he gives me so many worries. Last time I saw him he laughed and called me fat, And my whole life he thought I was a spoiled little brat. He hurt my feelings so why should I call him, He started hating me when he hooked up with Kim. I’m not blaming her for his disconnection, But all that I want is a little bit of affection. At the least, to know he still cares, And for him to be nice; instead of giving me evil stares. Why do I feel that everything is always my fault? And why do I feel like my family is lost?
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i told you it was good yesterday at dairy queen, but i guess you wanted it in writing. your poem is good. where is the other one?
[Anonymous]
tonya...that is really good...ya know that
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