Step-fathers and -Daughters
Know, this wasn’t the first time we’ve fought
Though; he seemed more emphatic, I thought
(He tended to say
In rigid display
“You never obey!”
Not him, anyway)
He told me to feel things that I ought
But me, feel those things? I think not!
(I tried to ignore
The orders I bore
I noticed before
Yet results in more)
And still, he accuses me, distraught;
That my words are a personal shot?
(But please; I’m a teen
I’m not a machine
Designed to be mean
Towards someone so… keen)
Yeah, it’s true, we do argue a lot
Incessant battles, we both were caught
(And though he was mad
I only felt sad
Despite how he tried
He wasn’t my dad)
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Poetry"I've felt the pain when lines are crossed; and those who don't are truly lost." --- My biggest poetry collection *ever*.
