Vent You did this to me, you asshole, you cad Now who has to pick up the pieces? You damaged me, Dad But I'm the one that's evil, I'm a person that's bad Not you who hurt and harmed every child that you had I put on a smile and try not to be sad Play nice, forget. Oh me? I'm not mad Uncertainty, worthlessness In these I am clad Bitterness, incompetence These also add What's it like to feel valued, respected? Who knows? What is confidence, what are social skills? I am naked if these are clothes You never hit me, I never received blows Just cutting words, like comparing me to hos You don't say such things to your daughter, but I guess that's just how it goes Perhaps parents aren't meant to be friends, only foes Too much hurt, my emotions froze I reap what he sows
Lots of emotion in that poem Have you had a chance to resolve any of these feeling with your dad? Do you even want to? P.S. I like that you spelled hos without an e, I've never heard anyone accuse someone else of being a gardening tool.
know what you meant with ho, sorry I didn't explain myself well, in that people who call people "hoes" are calling people gardening tools, but don't realize it, but you spelled it corretly. Well I hope being beyond those issues with your dad resulted in some resolution for you, or at least the ability to move on.
