About the Poem
This poem is true. My father walked out on me, my sister and my mother when I was two weeks old, When I turned three, I started to see him about once a month. Now I'm 14 and I see him about once every 2 months. He never listens to me, and he babies my older sister. I've never spoken to him about how much it hurt me, and I guess I never will.
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|by Katey Shines|
You were never really there for me.
You never really cared for me.
You listen very rarely.
I feel close to you barely.
Every thing she did was the most important stuff.
Every thing I did was never good enough.
Youíre a very small man,
and that I will not stand.
You werenít there when I needed you.
you always had something better to do.
I loved spending time with you,
but that seems to be the one thing you never wanted to do.
So now I given up, I just donít care.
And when Iím asked about you, a good response is rare.
You donít know how much Iíve cried.
You donít know how long Iíve sighed.
Iíve learned lessons from you that werenít good.
but I never understood.
Iíve learned to be conceded.
From you Iíve learned never to have a softer side.
And when things get to tough, to run out and hide.
Iíve learned to be cold, cold as cold can be.
Yet with all the damage youíve caused you still canít see.
Youíve torn me apart.
and thatís just the start.
You said Iím not that smart, that Iím really slow.
You said (not in these words) but basically that Iím a ho.
Thank god I donít take after you.
or I donít know what Iíd do.
Unlike you I grew up.
My new fathers a man, while youíre still a pup.
He may be a dick,
but who gives a lick.
At least he cares,
at least heís there.
I know these things sound mean.
But my pain will no longer go unseen.
Iíve gone though some changes, and opened up my heart.
But in my new happier life, you are still a part.
My new love for others and for you I will show.
But this pain in my heart will never let go.
Iím a young woman now.
That happened . . . some how.
Iíve learned to forgive,
but never to forget.
My memories of you are bad and sad.
But now in many ways, Iíve found hope. Even though it still hurts, Iíve
learned to cope.