Wednesday Jun 16, 2004

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this is a poem i wrote for my dad.

I hate you
with a passion that I never thought possible.
The sound of your voice
makes me tremble with rage
until I cannot contain myself.
I will snap.
Your voice is constantly sharp
accusing
when talking to me.
To all others you carry on the facade of being normal:
A nice, kind man who loves...
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jayde__:
Sad that so many people seem to have that kind of relationship with their parents, especially fathers.

But, um, yeah... hi and stuff, too.