How Poem by Sam Byron

why?
as a child i grew up thinking that you were my father. but, I cant see how a person like you could ever have earned the title of father. six years old and you told me you didn't want me around.when I called a few years ago you hung up on me. when your father passed away i went to the funeral. there the same man who hung up on me gave me a hug and walked with me into the church as though nothing had happened. you then turned around and moved. but you never called to let your own daughter to let her know that you were moving. she had to find out because she happened to drive by your house.
i'll never understand why you have hurt me so. but, know this, i no longer care. i need to move on in my life. you've burned all your bridges. but, this time the bridge you have burned is irriplaceble for, it is the one that leads to my heart.