A rant, a ramble, no hope.
So I'll sit atop the staircase and listen.
I don't like what I hear.
Then again, I never do.
You always know what to say to make my tears fall fastest.
A father shouldn't have that gift.
A father should support and guide.
So why are you always so negative?
Why can't you just be happy?
Can't you see I'm suffering here?
Can't you see I just want to get away?
Can't you see I'm not the same person anymore?
You have all these concerns. That's understandable.
But how concerned will you be when I go off the deep-end?
Will you blame yourself?
Of course not. In your eyes, you can do no wrong.





