Life like poems…

Chapter X: Anger becoming hatred…

What an awful feeling,

Of hating your "daddy"…

It was almost constant, when you yelled and screamed.
You were vital to oppose my nightmares from dreams.

You scared me half the time, always fighting with Mom.
Even my 6-year-old mind knew something was wrong.

You could scare any cat away with your presence.
You could scare me away with your dark independence.

You made me feel like my life was a hell.
But I hugged you anyway, so you could never tell.

You were never truly abusive; you were just angry.
I felt sort of free when you left, even thought you thanked me
For being so grown up, and keeping up the house.
But I didn't feel grown up. At all. I felt like a mouse.

You stayed for a week, and you scared my girlfriend.
But I helped out a lot and stuck by you till the end.

Thought I still wondered if you and I were really related.
...That was a topic that I constantly debated.

...But now that's all changed, and God, I'm glad.
'Cause the feeling, it's an awful one, of hating your own Dad.

What an awful feeling,

Of hating your "daddy"…