Growing up I Idolized my dad
Looking in his eyes I’d never feel sad.
He was the guy I admired,
With a heart full of fire
Always hard working and skilled
And never got tired.

But as I grew older I could dissect his composure
He was an abusive, lying, two face damn poser

I remember one night in the cold, frigid December
Mom wasn’t happy
My father yappy
And when these two things came together that whole night became crappy.
Mama threw a pan
And  there I would stand.
Seven years old watching things  unfold
When the cops arrived they couldn’t believe what was told
What had dad become?
He bit my mom’s thumb
And to this day I think he’s freaking dumb!
There were many times like this.
That I don’t think I will miss.
I hate to think of them and drown myself in a lonely sad abyss.
But These action stuck with me up until this day
I don’t know where he is anymore so now I sit and I pray.
To be something great.
greater than my dad.
Because when I think of him now
All I think Is...
How sad.