Father Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

I ponder
My father's words

So simple yet extremely meaningful.

He is not capable
Of raising me
At the moment
Or at any other time

Maybe until I am older.

He pretends
He doesn't have
A daughter

A part of him that will always be.

He is still an actor
In the theater
Taking cues
From an evil director

The play has long been over.

He never cared
For anyone
Except for
His own existence

My father only nurtures his needs.

I pay
The consequences
Of his distraught actions

But now what have I to lose?