My Father.

My father is an
                        e        i      m
                            n        g        a

Constantly changing my opinion of him.
  However, there are a few things I know
for certain.

    Always:
                I love my dad. He is my    flesh  and  blood.
    Not something you can
                              t               
                            u          your
                          r                back
                        n                      on.

   
    Often:
              I wish he would change.
              Metamorphosis into someone better,
              Someone mature, who acts like a dad,
              not as my friend.
        On the
                  F L I P
                          side,
                                    as my "friend"
                  he is far more willing to get me what I want.
                Selfish, I know.
                                                                But after all, I am
                                                                                          h u m a n .

    Sometimes:
                      I remember to pity him. It is not
            HIS fault.
                          It is HERS.
                There is a reason for the way he is.
                I desperately
                                  HATE her for it.
                  I hope she enjoys burning in hell.
              However, sometimes I don't give a damn.
              Everyone has issues, but they must      p  u  s  h    through it.
              But instead, he takes the easy way out.
                                  The bottle.

    Rarely: 
              Do I try to connect with him. I know it's wrong, but I can't and won't
                      R        S        E      T   
                          E        P        C                his way of coping.
              I know he is [lonely].
              But I don't want to try.
                    All my life, he has disappointed me.
              And then tried to buy my love, as his father taught him.

You may be suprised, but...
     
    NEVER:
                  Do I hate him. Sometimes, I feel like I do.
    But I don't.
                    He is my dad after all.
                    99% of the time - he is incredibly annoying.
            But I know he loves me, and tries his best...
                                                                            most of the time, anyways. 

My father is an
                        e        i      m
                            n        g        a
                                                              One that I'll never be able to figure out.