No matter what he does, I can't turn away
To impress him, I will spend all my day
I will try to be strong and brave and attempt to act tough
But no matter all the accolades I get, it's never enough
I always play nice, I'll never push or shove
But sometimes I wonder, does he even give me love?
I do my best to be responsible and always stay mild
So how come because I'm messy, I'm a terrible child
I'm lazy, disruptive, and annoying he does anoint
Little does he know it kills me every time he says I disappoint
To always please him and get his approval I have vowed
But no matter what I do, he rarely says that he is proud
His words can cut, with every insult he digs deeper
As he continues my odds of not crying get steeper
After all this, you think enough I must have had
But I always go back, because he is still my dad
When I think of him I remember all of our good times
From playing catch to listening to Eminem, spitting straight rhymes
Playing hockey on the pond, him teaching me how to skate
Or for any function ever, us always finding some way to be late
I know no matter what, he does everything he can
To turn this misshapen boy into some kind of a man
Every father and son, with some bond they should share
Even after ridicule I always know that he still cares
All I've that I've said here, both good and bad is true
But every night I go back and say, "goodnight dad, I love you."
Little does he know it kills me every time he says I disappoint
To always please him and get his approval I have vowed
But no matter what I do, he rarely says that he is proud
His words can cut, with every insult he digs deeper
As he continues my odds of not crying get steeper
After all this, you think enough I must have had
But I always go back, because he is still my dad
When I think of him I remember all of our good times
From playing catch to listening to Eminem, spitting straight rhymes
Playing hockey on the pond, him teaching me how to skate
Or for any function ever, us always finding some way to be late
I know no matter what, he does everything he can
To turn this misshapen boy into some kind of a man
Every father and son, with some bond they should share
Even after ridicule I always know that he still cares
All I've that I've said here, both good and bad is true
But every night I go back and say, "goodnight dad, I love you."
I'm glad you took a risk with a poem. You're growing and learning and awesome - don't forget it.
ReplyDeletewell done, well done
ReplyDeletePowerful and well-written :) Way to go man
ReplyDeleteThis was strong
ReplyDeleteVery bold
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