here we are yet standing here looking back at this life.
im ready to leave im ready to go.
im not that little girl i use to be,
i don't call you dad or daddy anymore, i learn you haven't earned that title.
you never helped me you were only there to yell,
i wish i never had a dad,
you never understand and you will never know.
i just wish now i can tell you how much i hate you how much i don't love you,
how much i grown with out you,
how i raised myself.
you left me hating me,
thinking i was a no good selfish child,
if that was the case i wouldn't made straight A's and helping other in needed
so i dont care anymore father i hope you burn in hell
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I would like to translate this poem
YOU READ MY MIND. I WAS SO IN A MESS TO LET IT OUT. THANKS YOU HELPED ME.