To The Man I Sometimes Call Dad

I lie awake at night And converse with the darkness. We discuss many things, The blackness and I. We had an interesting conversation The other night. I have been wondering lately What it would be like To be someone other than me. If I were more like her, Would you still Hate me? If I weren't like me, Would you realize that you produced two? Could you know that we are equal, Although not the …

…DAD should be treated. Because in these past seventeen years, You have never been a "Dad" to me. You are only my guardian, my provider - Not my Dad. You've provided me with the basics, What I need now is for you to help me; Love, Laugh, be Free, Live every moment to the Fullest. Until you can fulfil that need, I will let the darkness Heal my wounded soul, Because you never learned how.