I feel....
not real.
I feel....
sad.
when I'm sad I think of dads.
I feel.....
mad.
Like a bee when its bee hive gets knocked over.
I feel.....
Annoyed by dads.
but how can they be so bad.
Do you have a dad?
I don't..
They can be good,
Well sometimes
I hate my father.
They can be bad.
My father,
Hurt my mom and my family.
His actions hurt,
Like a man arrested without reason.
Feelings can hurt...
they can be based,
Off each other actions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem