i love my old man i do,
but sometimes he just does things that piss me off,
6 foot 4,
a foot taller than him i am
yet i'm not the bigger man most of the times,
they say the apple doesn't fall to far away from the tree,
but god i plea
that u please make me roll down the hill,
this family tree is evily rooted,
i feel scared of becominghis mirror image,
love is something i want close not something i must scare off,
harboring hate and pain i wish not to,
so close me and him we share the same name
but so distant we look at each other like strangers,
wanna get close to him i wish too
but he only scolds me off,
shoves me away from him like i was a disease,
a son has he's needs,
often i'm told to be happy to have a dad,
but a father i never had,
i respond by saying u want him u can have him,
more enemies than father son,
never my teacher just my officer,
the things i've learned i never got from him,
things i shouldn't do i figured i shouldn't because of him,
i see the positives so i focus on those so no resentment is felt,
i love my old man i do,
but i wonder if he loves.