Oh Boogie
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You were never a good father. Neither were you anywhere fantastic.
Truth be told, if ever the day comes where I get to see you on your death bed. The words from me, would not be those that give you relief or pride of your own.
They would be to quicken your painful death. Bring forth the shame. And pour more pain into your fatigued mind. Your soul will not leave a memory in me.
Mark my words. You were never a good father. You were never a fantastic father.
I do not see you as my father.
You shattered my image of you. I had always thought you were strong. But hell no. I was wrong.
Should your birthday come again. I will forget.
Should Father's day come next year. I will be blind to your presence.
All you are, is someone who fetches me to work on Sundays, and home from work during the weekends. And the provider of my dinners whenever it's fit.
But, whether your or our familiy or the world likes it or not. In my eyes, you would never be my father. For I know what my two brothers do not. I'm not ignorant. And I'm a very lousy actor.
I hope you noticed, that I almost never acknowledge your presence. I do it on a whim. And recently, I thought I should show you some respect. But no. I take it back now. I think this is going to be a permanent arrangement.
Hate is a strong word. Very strong.
I hate you.
Truth be told, if ever the day comes where I get to see you on your death bed. The words from me, would not be those that give you relief or pride of your own.
They would be to quicken your painful death. Bring forth the shame. And pour more pain into your fatigued mind. Your soul will not leave a memory in me.
Mark my words. You were never a good father. You were never a fantastic father.
I do not see you as my father.
You shattered my image of you. I had always thought you were strong. But hell no. I was wrong.
Should your birthday come again. I will forget.
Should Father's day come next year. I will be blind to your presence.
All you are, is someone who fetches me to work on Sundays, and home from work during the weekends. And the provider of my dinners whenever it's fit.
But, whether your or our familiy or the world likes it or not. In my eyes, you would never be my father. For I know what my two brothers do not. I'm not ignorant. And I'm a very lousy actor.
I hope you noticed, that I almost never acknowledge your presence. I do it on a whim. And recently, I thought I should show you some respect. But no. I take it back now. I think this is going to be a permanent arrangement.
Hate is a strong word. Very strong.
I hate you.