I keep wanting to write about my dad.
I keep wanting to write about how he lied.
How he took the identity of a 20-year old.
How he did this to lie.
How he did this cheat.
How he did this to steal.
But I just can't.

Deep down, I sadly know I 'm his daughter.
Eccentric.
Liar.
Dazed and Confused.  

Even though I'm mad,
And you can't look me in the eyes,
Because you've seen all my lies,
I forgive you.