Father, where’d you go and why so fast
Why didn’t our relationship last?
Was I that ugly or too loud?
Father I promise I would have made you proud
I know deep down it was me that made you leave
Dealing with all those diapers full of shit and pee.
And those looks and the slaps on the cheek
I know it was because I was a freak
Mother told me these things
That it was her and not her little king
Still that doesn’t take away the sting
And now that you are dead dad I sing
© 2011 Michael Yost
*I’ve resolved my feelings about this and have forgiven him and myself for once feeling this way.