I Don't Call Him Dad

By , Anson, ME
He's still sitting there.
Glaring at me.
He looks at me like I'm dirt.

Why can't he just leave me alone?

Now he is yelling again.
His eyes are bloodshot.
A vein in his neck bulges out.

What did I do wrong this time?

I do everything wrong, he says.
I never listen.
I am a disgrace.

Why is he so mean?

I just sit there and take it.
Zoning out.
Think of something else, anything.

This is just how he is.
I try to please him, put him in a good mood.
It only works for a little while





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