Were you always like this?
Or was it something I did.
Did I split you two apart?
Or had it been coming?
It brings tears to my eyes.
I want to brag to my friends about my dad, like they do.
I hardly know my 'Daddy'.
How come I usually never see you?
So this is the outcome of being an alcoholic.
Is it my fault.
Daddy doesn't want any help though.
Says he's fine through bloodshot eyes.
6/1/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem