The stranger called my father.
You said you loved me when you are unable of loving, you say you've lost your daughter, but in reality you've lost yourself. For the fact that I hate to admit is that you are no better then your son. The one who hurt you in more ways then one, and called you crazy. I love you more then you will ever know, but a heart like mine can only take so much hurt,until Disrespect, and blocking out memories of you in mind occur. What happened to the father I knew? Because he is definitely not you. If you want the answer, look in the mirror and see, for you will see a stranger indeed, and the person that I disrespected wasn't you, you see? It was the stranger you came to be.Dedication:
** The father of me, and the stranger
he has come to be.
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