not really a poem just needed to vent.

Father, you taught me what it meant to live
with the judgement of others
and what it meant to rise above the hate.
now all that seems to surround me
is the fact that your never around,
what makes it worse is that I sit here and wait.

I feel so foolish and undeniably hurt.
I try to see things from your point of view to see if
none of this is really all you.
You will never understand how your actions in life
have negatively affected me and
the scars they've left along my lifes path.

I'm a product of my own parents abuse and neglect,
when you look at my daddy, does it make you sick?

There are times when I look in the mirror
I feel like I'm trapped in a body that wasn't meant to be mine
and a life that was given to me by mistake.
I know that there has to be a reason and a damn good one that I have
been put through this shitload of hell...