Insight from a teenaged loser

Dad

I haven't seen your face in a year now.
I'm not even sad.
At the same time though,
I'm the opposite of glad.
You should be here right now,
You should be here as my dad.
You chose drugs and alcohol,
You say it was all bad.
You say you regret all the things you said, and the things you did.
How could someone do that to their own kids?
You've been locked up the majority of my life.
My kid brother will never be able to understand all the things you didn't do right.
You tell us you love us,
That I do believe.
But your addiction is your mitress slut, filled with envy.
Whatever love you do have for us, she needs more.
We didn't even bother saying "I love you," when you walked out the door.
Through all the bullshit, all the mess, and chaos, that have caused me stress.
You're still my father, and when you were without your whore you were good at it.
But these are just some of the things, not all.
No matter how big or small.
I still love you, flaws and all.
Cause you are my father,
Even if to some that means nothing at all.