My Dad br br My dad is someone who is always never there br Wanting him to love me, showing me that he cared. br br When I was little I use to scream and shout br All he showed me, his doubt. br br I did believe in him, and somehow he would always win. br br With one long look, I would start to fold the tears in my eyes br Because he was so cold to me, and telling me lies. br br For I was that child always having a argue to take him back br He would always pack his things and go away for while, then come back. br br I would go on thinking he didn’t care br For my dad I did shed a tear. br He doesn’t care. br br Now! I am adult he missed so much br I still have my doubt. br br He still comes and goes as he please.