About the Poem
This poem is true. My father walked out on me, my sister and my mother when I was two weeks old, When I turned three, I started to see him about once a month. Now I'm 14 and I see him about once every 2 months. He never listens to me, and he babies my older sister. I've never spoken to him about how much it hurt me, and I guess I never will.
|by Katey Shines|
You were never really there for me.
You never really cared for me.
You listen very rarely.
I feel close to you barely.
Every thing she did was the most important stuff.
Every thing I did was never good enough.
You’re a very small man,
and that I will not stand.
You weren’t there when I needed you.
you always had something better to do.
I loved spending time with you,
but that seems to be the one thing you never wanted to do.
So now I given up, I just don’t care.
And when I’m asked about you, a good response is rare.
You don’t know how much I’ve cried.
You don’t know how long I’ve sighed.
I’ve learned lessons from you that weren’t good.
but I never understood.
I’ve learned to be conceded.
From you I’ve learned never to have a softer side.
And when things get to tough, to run out and hide.
I’ve learned to be cold, cold as cold can be.
Yet with all the damage you’ve caused you still can’t see.
You’ve torn me apart.
and that’s just the start.
You said I’m not that smart, that I’m really slow.
You said (not in these words) but basically that I’m a ho.
Thank god I don’t take after you.
or I don’t know what I’d do.
Unlike you I grew up.
My new fathers a man, while you’re still a pup.
He may be a dick,
but who gives a lick.
At least he cares,
at least he’s there.
I know these things sound mean.
But my pain will no longer go unseen.
I’ve gone though some changes, and opened up my heart.
But in my new happier life, you are still a part.
My new love for others and for you I will show.
But this pain in my heart will never let go.
I’m a young woman now.
That happened . . . some how.
I’ve learned to forgive,
but never to forget.
My memories of you are bad and sad.
But now in many ways, I’ve found hope. Even though it still hurts, I’ve
learned to cope.