My father is a bear, like a bear he would do anything to protect his cubs.
My father is a bear wild, unpredictable a body full of malice and hate,
A mind that never stops running
through these woods we call life
My father wants to hurt the world because it hurts him but, Deep down I see this rising feeling A slight possibility of the happiness he needs.
My dad is no monster but he's still not good
the negativity that comes from him speaks volumes
but then again this man can be so kind so maybe he's more then cold inside but then again you don't seem
to get what you're doing .
your words and actions hurt feelings your loudness and shouts used to shake houses, anger powerful enough to knock down trees,
that's the truth and I know it's hard to see I don't write this to spite you but poems are feelings.
I used to fear you and now i'm just like you, the anger rushes through my veins with nowhere to go, I see why you act like you do and I apologize for everything you go through.
I love you but my voice is not being heard, I am in your shadow but I don't wanna follow your steps
Dad understand I have nothing against you but I refuse to be you and I will not go down that path