I loved this. I could really relate. When I read the description it almost brought tears to my eyes. "A huge difference between being a father and a "Dad". I'm 14 currently, 15 in Januaury and I can never once remember my father being my "Dad". Anyways, thanks for sharing with me and millions of other people here. Be strong, always.

You Go Girl! I definitely feel every word that is in this poem you have stole my thoughts right from me! You have a beautiful spirit. Yani

Jessie, I know how you feel; perhaps sperm donor would be better than father? That's how it is in my case. Good luck with that wounded soul of yours, I'm 17, & it still hasn't healed. K

Wow this is probably the best poem I haveread on here yet. I would never call my father dad. He remains my sperm donor. Sometimes, father. So I can relate. Thank you.

This poem really touched my heart. I didn't think anyone felt the sameway I do until I read your poem, It's nice to know that I a not alone.

Jessie, I absolutely LoVe your poem. Its so powerful and touching. For so long I have felt the same way as you and never got the courage to express my feelings bout it. You have that courage to step it up and really tell it like it is. I appreciate your work so much. It explains my feelings from head to toe. right on the nail. Its an excellent poem and I wish I had enough courage to write about those types of things and just tell them to the public. I do it alone and in my own little notebook where no one can see. You are an amazing poet and I adore your poem. GREAT WORK!

Very nice poem, sad one too. Good luckand Thank You.

jessie i absolutly love the poem i am using it to do a poem assigment in my speech class. We had to find a poem to reflect our lifes and this one made me cry when i read it because its so close to perfect in desribing mine my story is only different in the fact that mine is a big brother I hope you learn to cope with the pain as i have and i know sometimes it may seem hard but the darkness can heal a wounded soul aventually and what hurts us omnly makes us stronger and them weaker. Just remember it is his lose in life not yours because you dont need someone like him.

I have two older sisters and my mother seems to favor them, treat them like there perfect although i see them as screw-ups she treats me like as if i didnt even matter. I wish i was never born when i have to hear all the harsh things she always says to me. She acts as if nothing i do will ever please her no matter how hard i try, i would give anything to hear her say for the very first time that she is proud of me. prehaps she hates me beacause when i was born she almost died.

my g/f is going threw the same thing great poem i love to right and seeing others who write makes me feel less like an outcast when i write everyone keep it up!

I love this poem, it's really sad but I can relate to it because my mom is never nice to me. She kept on telling me I was fat and that I was horrible and inconsiderate. When I tried to talk to her she would ignore me and I gave up. Then she got mad at me coz i never talk to her how horrible is that? oh well, I really admire you and wish you luck with your father and that everything goes well.

I read your poem, and it brought tears to my eyes. I haven't been through the things you have, I have a wonderful Dad! I can't believe there is a man, make that many men, that would treat their Daughters like this! Jessie! Keep your head up! You have to realize, you are beautiful! I'm not talkin bout looks, (although I'm sure your fine in that area also) But, you shine in your own way! Don't worry about being Popular! I'm sorry, sorry that I can't put into words, what I'm trying to say. I'm sorry you have a father instead of a loving Dad. keep up the good work with your writing, I wish I could express my feelings as good as you do!

I can relate to this poem rather easily. My dad was the same way with me. Always bragging on about my older brother and not even mentioning he had another son or any of the things that he had accomplished. Growing the form of raising me on his part was "Go ask your mother." He told me my friends were freaks and losers and I was a loser myself. Never did I recieve any praise from him. We're better than them though, they'll see what they've missed someday and regret the treatment they gave us.

WoW.

Awww It's so Nice!!!

I read this very carefully. I like it so much that I read it more then five times. It's because it reminded me about my cousin. All those things that I saw and she told me. I love this poem.