Never Around

A poem about father and son

It's sad isn't it,
That you won't admit,
The stuff you did to hurt me,
That made me want to leave.
Leave my childhood and my home,
But its to late I am already grown.
You missed out on so many things,
Like my first step and engagement ring.
What you did to your kids and wife,
Make me not want you in my life.
It's sad to say that I will always love you,
But you'll never get back the kid you thought you know.