You were supposed to love me
To support and care for me all the time and for when I needed it most
You were supposed to at like an adult and a parent
But you obviously can't even do that right in life

I don't even want to call you dad
But I have to when I'm verbally talking about you because it doesn't sound right if I were to say father
If I were to call you father instead of dad then I'd be yelled at by family
But you're not close enough for me to willingly call you dad

When I do I cringe;
My skin crawls and my bones creak and ache
My stomach does flips and my mind sounds sirens
Because it's not right for me to use that name
You're nothing but a sick ******* in my eyes now
God, how could you do what you have done?
Think the things you did and still be fine with who you are?

I found out today why you were thrown back in jail again;
Why child youth services have been stopping by and asking all of these questions again
It's because you were talking to your ******* friend;
How you apparently had *** with a minor
And were talking about me,
What you wanted and had done,
Showing photos to your friend,
And discussing how you two could share me
What kind of father does that ****?
Who thinks of doing that to their own child - their own blood?

Now I just sit,
Thinking of how sick you really are and how much you disgust me
While I patiently wait for you're trial next month
So I can sit in that courtroom with a bitter glare
Praying for you to be thrown into a state penitentiary and that you get a 15-year sentence
Because as much as everyone denies it,
We made it this far
And we're all better off without you...