Hopes And Dreams | A Book of Ideas, Poems, and Venting

Father

I don't understand why.

Why you aren't here to see me grow.

To glare at my boyfriend and hug me protectively while I roll my eyes and mumble "Daaaaaaad..." as he laughs.

To help me set up a meeting with my friends and be able to run to our aid if I tackle them to the ground.

To hug me when I'm sad.

To hear me play piano and applaud me like you had when I started.

To reassure me when I'm scared.

To accept me when I alter or grow deluded.

And I don't understand why, after only six years of us knowing each other, six years of me growing for you, you had the audacity to steal away the last chance I had at a normal life.

I don't understand why I wasn't enough for you.

Why my presence couldn't keep you here.

Why you were the cause of most of my problems, in the end.

I don't understand why you hurt me like this.

I don't understand what I did to deserve this life.

I don't understand.

I can't understand.

I just can't understand.