In my life, there is good and bad
but my dad,
he gets so mad.
And sometimes I just don't know.
I try to ignore, but he says things...
Things that hurt.......it makes me mad.
So I leave.
But I'm always found
I want to be gone......gone forever.
But with someone who makes thing better.
And then i don't want to leave,
I want to stay.
I don't want to leave,
I want to be at bay.
She makes me happy,
Not like my dad;
He tries and and messes up.
But now it's to late...
I'm Gone and with her
and it was all because of fate.
joe here dont get me rong i love my dad its jest he gets mad so i leave i jest dont wont to here it any more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In time maybe a new perspective on good old DAD