Dear dad

[Toxicant]

I suppose Im ever curious-
Suppose Im never serious-
Or always am-
These hallways jam-
I feel forever furious-

But…
What…
Do I have to be angry for?
Dad says “Theres a lot you should thank me for.”
But some days I don’t agree with him
Some days I just dont speak with him-
Because I know that he’ll ask me about the bank some more.

No,
Dear Dad,
there’s not a penny there-
You tell me to be thankful cause what I got’s plenty fair-
Some days I don’t agree with you,
Some days I just cant speak to you-
Some days I just wish that you had your money spared-

But,
No,
No, No That cant be right-
You’re not paying for the •••els or the fancy lights-
Nor my tuition,
“Sarah listen-
You’re my seed, Cant you see Im trying to plant you right?”

Maybe,
Father,
But Im not a lazy daughter,
And I feel as though your feeding me with some very shady water-
Its hazy,
Its crazy,
With the way he martyrs-
Maybe-
We’ll stay see-
I pray he’s smarter-

Than I give him credit for-
He’s all about his credit score-
With debit stored-
You’d think he’d spend it?
Forget it,
He’d never let it soar-

And Am I pathetic for…

Expecting to see his face at the show I did?
I wasn’t that upset, I didn’t blow my lid-
Nor did I expose anything that had rose within-
“I’ll make the next one I can go to kid.”

Ive had a few more, you didnt go to "kid".

Some day’s I want to argue til my tonsils pull-
Some days I know he just wants me to be responsible-
Some days I don’t agree with him-
Some day I wont be needing him-
Some day I wont be dealing with this constant pull-