You always shoot me down
Because you know you can
You're my father
You have that power
You love to tell me how everything is my fault
And I'm starting to believe it
You told me today
How all the reasons your life was so bad was because of me
And how I don't deserve love and happiness
Those were your exact words
That being a teenager isn't about fun
Or about friends
And I know that's not all it's about
I never claimed I was perfect
I know I'm not
And when I tell you how your words make me feel
You throw that in my face too
You don't feel bad at all
You like seeing me cry
Because it makes you feel big
And you do it everyday
Tell me why I deserve being made miserable
Makes me think that you'd be so much happier if I wasn't born
And that's not something I have the power to change
And today I say that I won't let you hurt me anymore
And tomorrow I'll forgive you for everything
Because it's life
And I don't deserve any better
I believe what you say
What a strong poem and what a jerk of a dad (if it's true). You've really captured not only the grief of being a teen, but of verbal abuse from an adult. Sometimes we have to choose role models that tell us what we should hear and believe, not the lies of what we don't deserve. Much luck to you and keep writing!!! V.