This piece is straight from the heart, like I only stopped writing about 20 minutes ago, it's basically a rant about my relationship with my dad. It's probably really bad but oh well, I wrote it pretty quickly and I feel better because of it.
A Letter to Dad
I am your daughter, you are my dad and this is something I wrote just for you, my deadbeat father.
It has been 8 years since I saw your face, 7 since I heard your voice. We went to see you every year where once it had been every month. You slowly crept up the country while we stayed put as if to shy away from your responsibilities.
You say I should have been the one to try but tell me what a 12-year-old child should have done. I was too busy with friends and a new school to notice something that had been missing for a long time. You said you wrote us poems as if they were would act as plasters but words contain lies and emotions can be faked. Words don’t mend broken hearts when behind them is nothing but dust and decay. You claimed your dogs were your babies. And maybe they were, for you handled them with more care, while you tore fragile young hearts apart with your distant and indifference.
Do you even love me? Does “daughter” mean anything to the man who is meant to care for me? But the main question on my mind is does it make my heart break to know I am unloved by you? I suppose it once did, moments of mental unrest can be traced back to you and your activity in my life. Or should I say lack of? Now, I am the ruler of my own heart but times like right now, your memory slips back into my mind to cause me pain like you once did.