POOL OF TEARS

For a father who thinks parenting is not a full time job.

FOR A FATHER WHO WASN'T THERE

I'll stand at your grave,
I'll spit on your memory.
I wish I didn't remember you, My thoughts of you are hardly pure.
I boil inside, my mind rages,
There's a storm within my head.
I wish you never called me "son",
I wish I never called you "dad".
I want to tear my face with a knife,
So that I will not grow up looking like you.
Everything inside me is upside down,
All because you never truly cared.


Always there,never here,
Too far away to be near.
I always call but you never hear,
No one wipes away my tears.
All other kids had fathers,
I only had a male parent.
Sometimes I still cry at night,
Because you hardly ever treated me right.
The past stares me right in the face,
I'll never be like you, a total disgrace.