Father! Poem by shelby casababy

everyday i walk home in a great mood,
but my dads always in a bad one,
he always finds a way to flip out on me,
and i always find time to cry,
my dad isn't really there for me,
but i guess it's not that bad,
he doesn't hit me in anyway,
but he hurts me in a different way,
he choose to hate me,
i try to look away,
but no matter what when it comes to the day of death for me,
i'll always remember my daddy as who he is today....
a dad i never wanted a dad who doesn't care a dad i can't live with,
but a dad who trys to care.