When I was real little ,

I was oblivious to the pain around me.

I never heard my parents fight.

Never heard when he didn’t come home.

I never realized he was always on drugs.

I just saw him as my dad,

And not the man who caused my mom so much pain,

And spend more time with his friends than with his kids.

I saw him as a hero,

When he was just as pretender.




When I got a little older,

He left.

He moved halfway across the country,

To live with his new girlfriend.

I never saw him anymore.

And I cried a lot,

When no one was around.

But still believed he was my hero.




Now that I am a lot older,

I know he is not here.

And never will be.

I know he doesn’t care,

And never did,

But he still pretends to.

 
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