Father Figure Poem by Jesse Bauer

This fury builds inside me,
my father breaks me down.
His voice rings in my ears,
I cannot stand the sound.
He says that I'm no good,
that I'll never make him proud.
Sometimes I almost believe him,
and his voice grows ever loud.
The ringing in my ears,
it makes my body tremble.
With my worthless father figure,
I have no one to resemble.
He thinks that he can break me,
but two can play this game.
From now on it's just anger,
and I spit upon his name.