Poem by Anonymous

 My father did not raise me

1 became the child who craved love and affection

But I was always too scared to accept it.

My father was the first person to break my heart

My father was the first man to disappoint me

My father was the first person who caused me to lower my expectations.

My father made me question my life.

My house don't feel like home

There isn't a family to come home to

It's empty and lonely

There is nobody around to laugh with.

I cry to sleep every night

While I listen to music, I feel tears on my face

Wishing you chose to stay.