dad

Its just a poem ive been working on, its kinda how ive felt about my dad lately.

Can't you see that he is trying?

i guess you could just call it lying

I'll stay up all night thinking

why is he still out drinking

I ask my mom why we are still here

he downs another beer

all he ever did was shout

now he wants to pout

He said that he tried 

i tell him how many times i cried 

i was just a little kid

I wished her would just go off the gird

He doesn't understand why im so mad

after all wasn't he a great dad?

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think