Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
You bought me breakfast
Again.
I should be grateful.
You worked for that
Money.
But I’m
Not.
Because it’s a
Sad
Sick
Sorry
Excuse.
I should blame your past.
You’ve seen
A lot.
But I
Don’t.
Because that’s a
Sad
Sick
Sorry
Excuse.
In another life
We would be grateful for
Eachother.
But we-
We are a
Sad
Sick
Sorry
Excuse
For a
Family.
“Love,”
That’s just another
Sad
Sick
Sorry
Excuse
For a
Closing.
Signed,
Your
Sad
Sick
Sorry
Excuse
For a
Daughter.
This poem is about:
Me
My family