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Poetry By: RILBB

This poem was inspired by my father. Every father daughter has their bad times and someimes you feel that your are not understood.

Submitted:Dec 22, 2009    Reads: 77    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I hate it when you twist my words

To make it sound as if you are right and I am wrong

I hate it when you see me doing something you don't like and use it against me

But I can tell you this you don't know half the things I do

I can understand how your pride gets in the way

So I let it pass

Yet you give me no excuse for being proud

I know when to apologise when I am wrong

I make sure pride is kept out of it

I know how to be the better person

But you

You can never admit that anything was your fault

You say you know best

But to me all you talk is a load of shite

You tell me to be grateful for everything you do for me and I truely am

But giving me the constant guilt trip makes me work harder to get away from you

Outside our house your the perfect host, the perfect father, the perfect husband

People would gladly pay for your advice

So why is it so difficult to act that way at home

I know you would never raise a hand to anyone

But your words sting, hurt and humiliate

I love you daddy I truely do

But sometimes I wish I never knew you


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