Sometimes when I think of you all I want to do is let go, let my emotions flow. But then I think of what has been engraved in my mind, you can't cry, no matter what your reason. So, i take a deep breath, wipe my tears from my face and move on. Because, you're not allowed to cry. You ask why? Because even though people die, you still blame me for getting you in 'trouble.' These are your dillusions. Your way of explaining things, i must be telling lies. But, in reality, i'm telling the truth. The truth about a dead beat dad. Well, f*ck you. I never lied. This is now my reason i NEVER cry when i think of when you died. So now, this is my farewell, and all you deserve from me is a huge f*ck you and i hope you burn in hell.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Story about my life, my dad. From the point of view of anger.