Pam Fraser - My Dad

My Dad

My dad is someone who is always never there
Wanting him to love me, showing me that he cared.

When I was little I use to scream and shout
All he showed me, his doubt.

I did believe in him, and somehow he would always win.

With one long look, I would start to fold the tears in my eyes
Because he was so cold to me, and telling me lies.

For I was that child always having a argue to take him back
He would always pack his things and go away for while, then come back.

I would go on thinking he didn’t care
For my dad I did shed a tear.
He doesn’t care.

Now! I am adult he missed so much
I still have my doubt.

He still comes and goes as he please.

I still feel like I have some kind of disease
I need to get the courage to tell him where to go
Or should I show him?

Pam Fraser

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