Look at me,
what do you see?

A mirror image cracked?

Hear me out,
even if you have a doubt.

Am I even wanted?

Give me some reason to believe,
that you actually love me.
I am your son,
but you seem so done...

with me.

You gave me reason to suspect that every thing was fine,
but you made me feel like I couldn't stop dying.
Your jealousy of me is so dumb,
Im not as strong as you, like a little crumb.
It wasn't until now that I had to take time to think,
and realize that everything was going down the sink.
You wanted me to be proud of you,
when it should've been the other way around.
I've done nothing that would make you think,
that all I want to do is smoke and drink.
I know I'm not perfect,
but I know you're not either.
I used to think you hated me,
mostly because I wasn't what you wanted me to be.
Then I realized after so long,
that I was horribly wrong.
It's your fault for feeling this way,
and the way that you've treated me to this day.
You make me wanna puke,
every time I hear your name.
You didn't have everything when you young,
and now your feelings are ever-so stung.
I started off with everything,
a family, fun, and freedom.

You, not so much.

I can understand that you didn't like it back then,
and I'd be here for you if you didn't push me away back then.
Your hatred of my life that's more fortunate than yours,
can only be measured by the amount yelling you've done in your mind's tours.
I can't believe I'm the only one,
to realize this huge lie.
You've given me every reason to want to cry.
I can't even be proud of a man,
who's still a child to his kin.
Even the child finally knows,
his reason of why hate flows.

You scare me in every way,
I wouldn't even be able to talk to you any day.
You're a bomb ready to blow,
and I'm a light with the right fire that glows.

Why can't you be proud of your kid,
whom works independently to get through life?
Who's never drank, smoked, or taken advantage of.
Why is it that every time I try to talk,
I'm the one who's accused of yelling or getting out of hand,
when you're the one who intimidates me to no freaking end.
I can't take this lie anymore,
my mind is too tired and sore.

My heart no longer longs for the stepdad you are,
you've changed and taken it way too far.
I know that I'm not perfect and I have mistakes,
but let me live a little and learn a little,
and try to be your friend and your son,
so that I can still be here for you,
and still love you as a father.

But now I can't stand it,
you've used your time up,
I've gone away now,
and want nothing to do with you.