I just wrote this poem how is it?

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This is a poem i just wrote, it was taken from personal experience please tell me what you think!

~Daddy~

I know my daddy loves me
He’s told me this a lot
He’s taught me to do fun things
My birthday he’s never forgot

But my daddy doesn’t live with me
We’ve found it doesn’t work well
Because when him and mommy get together
For both of them its hell

I miss my daddy a lot sometimes
And other times I don’t
Because when I go to see him
We ask him to come down and he won’t

I don’t know why he does this
He must be tired you see
It couldn’t be because
He no longer loves me
It just couldn’t be



Or could it be because of that
It isn’t that extreme
Maybe appealing I no longer seem


At times I think I hate my daddy
But then I feel really bad
Cause then I think he’s my daddy
I shouldn’t get so mad

But then after a week
I go back to try once more
And when I knock daddy’s asleep
So he can’t answer his door

Then one day mommy told me
We have to have a talk
Its about your daddy
And the bad paths he’s been willing to walk

She told me that my daddy
Has been using drugs
And that without the help he needs
His grave will soon be dug

At that moment I knew exactly what I must do
But the idea of it scared me
Trust me it would’ve scared you.



I knew I had to stop seeing daddy
To make him feel guilty inside
When he called to see if I could come
I would have to not answer, emotionally hide

But that drastic idea scared me so bad
That I decided not to do it just yet
Maybe daddy would get better on his own
On this is was willing to bet

But as you may have guessed
Ignoring it didn’t work
He didn’t stop using
And continued to act like a jerk






So finally I got brave
I decided it would be for the best
I finally talked to my mommy
And got all of this off my chest

She said that it would probably do him good
So we talked to my grandparents
(who he now lived with)
and they understood

After that I didn’t see my daddy
For almost an eternity it seemed
While I waited I was constantly thinking of him
Of him every night I dreamed

Then one day grandma called
to tell us some good news
She said daddy was going to treatment
To get the help that he could use

Now that daddys better
I know that it wasn’t because of me
That daddy wouldnt come downstairs
It wasn’t me he didn’t want to see