Working twice as hard only to go half as far

Dad, you think you know me, but you don't.

You say you'll care for me, but you won't. 

You think I'm stupid, you think I'm dumb.

You think I'm nothing more than scum.

But believe me when I say,

That I have tried my hardest everyday.

You don't know the struggle, you'll never do.

And to think all my life, I've looked up to you.

You were my hero, you saved me every day,

Until that one night when your spirit went away.

You were never there through the days or nights.

And oh boy, we got in so many fights.

Some of them were my fault, some of them yours.

I can tell when you're home by the way you slam the doors.

Author's Note

This is a poem that I wrote when I was mad and frustrated. I do love my dad but sometimes he's just hard to handle. Thanks for reading

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This isn't your most cohesive string of thoughts that I've read, but each one is expressed clearly & with passion. I envy you the ability to express yourself in such detail, the way you do, about family issues. Most young people are in a hazy muddle between self-blame & blaming the other person. You have an amazingly well-balanced viewpoint for being in the middle of things that make you feel "mad & frustrated" (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Karmee]

wow, i am so sorry. Very emotional write here.