Pain
Sittin' here thinking
with a twisted brain
the words
you speak
from your mind
your heart
are they true
I sit and wonder
why create a creature
that you wont call to
your blood
your kin
your features
can't you see
a pathological
liar
is who you be
but yet your
eldest daughter
holds on to hope
looking faith in the eye
wishing her father
will one day
gain pride
and not mind spending
60 dollars a week
knowing that
everybody has to eat
and now today
I can finally say
he did his job of being a boy
but could not complete the role of
being a man.