Nobody's Little Anything

July 12, 2011
By Anonymous

I can't stand a thing you say
I can't stand a thing you do
You sit there drowning in your shameful past
Only thinking of yourself and never reaching out to me
You're made of stone, laughing at the pain of others
Sarcasm, the tone in your voice that hits like bullets
Hate to a man I don't know
A bitter heart you have from losing your love long ago
You surely let it show with no birthday presents, no Christmas presents, and never a phone call
I don't wanna show you love, you truly are not my father
I never use your last name, I'm ashamed of who you are
You never showed you cared
And now it's too late to step up

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