Most times when you say you'll be there,

I wonder where there is.

I know it's not beside me,

 because there your always missed.

You tell me I don't upset you,

and that your very proud;

proud of what dad?

You have always been apart of another crowd.

You hardly even know me,

you barely know my life.

I dont understand, for two completely

different people, everyone says were just alike.

But I am nothing like you,

I'm sensitive and I care,

for the ones who are around me

even the ones I can not bare.

You still treat me like a child,

I'm far to grown up for that,

I hate it on fathers day because

I can't say world's greatest dad.

You've never been there for me,

you have never seen me cry

but you were supposed to be there dad,

I guess it was nothing but a lie.