I would give him a piece of my mind Scream Tell him how every single problem I have is his fault But even then He wouldn't get it
He'd say I'm crazy That I'm young That my mom got in my head When she's the one who says not to argue He doesn't understand that I still have feelings And opinions And that they come from me
He sends me a message I want to respond "*******" I even typed it out But don't send it
He would go insane And my mom would suffer from that So I just say "Okay"
Bite my tongue Be grateful it's not worse Take the manipulations But make sure to record it for later So I can recognize them
I might love him To some extent He is my father after all But I can't remember a time When I had liked him As a parent Or a person
I don't say any of it
Hope you can't relate :)
(This note was written by that kids show backpack that instead of holding a map in it held all of the hopes and dreams of children that school slowly crushed)