Father

As I sit

I see moms and dad's go by with children hand in hand

I start to think,

Why can't my life be just them?
Why should they deserve a perfect family?
Why are they so happy?
Why can't that be me?

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My mother is a famous model,

My dad, I don't care what he is,

All I know was that he left me when I was little.

Not thinking of how his daughter would turn out,

When she was older.

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I use to sing with my dad,

Because it would ease my fear,

Now I wish I didn't receive this voice.

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That's until a messy haired boy with deep blue eyes,

Made me laugh and smile,

He ease my pain away.

And Dad if you're reading this,

He will be a better father then you will ever be!