He doesn't really talk
Just sits there
Pays for everything
Never asks how I am
Expects me to do this
Do that
Do everything
Everyone says he's bad at emotions
And scolds me for not showing any
Why does he get an excuse?
What if I'm bad at emotions too?
He says I should be grateful
He gives me all I want
But why do people fail to realize
Materials don't buy gratefulness
Love
Happiness
Or anything?
Even a gentle pat on the head would do
But no I'm called a bitch
For having the latest technology
For getting all the books I want
And not being a great daughter
While he gets promoted to his
High pedestal
With a medal
'Best Dad'
Not from me.
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Escapism
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