I guess I'm like you
Lying and just fooling
around all the time
But see the difference between me and you
is that I will never be the exact same
Going insane, leaving the house for days with no food
for the brain expecting me to remain sane
I will never curse vigorously to my child or
Put shame on them when you're dead wrong
and then say they're to blame
No sir not I see I maybe locked down for now and no I never
learned how to fly but I'd be damn if I stay and not
See what the world has to offer so don't chastise me to stay
dear father don't bother
You may not be the worst Dad but you're far from the worlds best
Guess I'm letting the pain off of my chest yet
It is still there and well alive
May not be the best son either and that much is understood
But one thing I must say is that I will become the Father you never did.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely writen.. this work reminds of another poem.. keep writing!