I Used To Call Him Dad Poem by Butterflies In My Belly Forever

I used to call him dad,
Now I call him sad.
He is dead to me just like my mother.
My real dad died long ago and she married him thereafter.
He help to put my faith back in men,
After many victories and some disaster.
Our relationship, it grew and grew,
His real children, he hardly knew.
Now I know why.
I used to call him dad.
Now I call him sad.

Noone is perfect, this I know,
But when times are hard is when real love and endurance should show.
My mom is gone and promises he made,
That he'd always be around, that he'd always stay..
Have now been broken and his horns have come out.
He is like a little child, even down to the pout.

We all knew how he controlled my mom,
And now that she is gone, he still does.
Refuses to let me hear her voice,
Just to let my heart rejoice.
Being mean and in control,
He is going to lose it all,
This I know.
I used to call him dad.
Now I call him sad.

We had many conversations and our relationship,
Well I thought it strong.
Always thought he was where he belonged.
He promised my mom to protect us and see us through,
All he cares about is money and him, not me, not his grandchild, not even you.
With our family, though not perfect..
I used to call him dad,
Now I call him sad.