Dad
I know you sometimes wonder do I think of you. I do I promise
You may not call me but it’s the thought that counts
I don’t talk or see you often but the thought of you still roams my mind
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep looking at baby pictures wondering why those times changed.
Why did you stop calling me? Why did you stop coming to pick me up from school? Why did you abandon me?
I was counting on you, hoping someday you’ll come back
But you didn’t
When I was about eight years old my little sister was born
Not from my mom but from another women
Ever since then things seemed to have changed
You stopped calling me, you stopped picking me up; you slowly started forgetting about me and by the day it got worst
And every day I see you changing even more as an individual
You were never like this, did you let that women change you?
Is this the reason you act like this? Because the women?
Did having another child make you forget about the ones you already have?
I don’t think a father forgets about his kids
Sometimes I hear my mom saying negative things about you and saying what type of person you are
But I don't believe it I always try to defend you in those types of conversation
But I always end up losing
There are not even enough words to back you up
Yeah you're my dad my blood but not by upbringing
As I grow older I seem to need you even more than I thought I would
But you're not here so what can I do about it
I lose my mind trying to remember the last memories we had together
But those memories are hard to come to mind
Maybe I don't miss you
Maybe I'm just upset that you're not the father figure I pictured
But all right enough with the picturing, you’re not who I thought you were and you'll never be.
But if you were ever to come back in my life I wouldn't blame you
Even though it's going to take a lot from me  to forgive you
I will do it
I'll do anything to get those times back