Dear Father, Why I'm Sorry

• by Molly
• 10 years ago

My father always puts me down, putting more stress on myself to become better for him yet he still doesn't care. Like the other day, I spend all day doing college work to get good grades and he screams in my face for it. It's like everything I try isn't enough. Thank you for your beautiful poem...though sad, it made me smile at how beautiful it was made, thank you.

• by Tia, MI
• 11 years ago

Wow, this really hits me hard because I'm am dealing with the same thoughts with my own flesh and blood. My father chose his new wife over me and called me a horrible, hypocritical person. I feel your pain here. Dealing with a father like this is something hard to deal with. I try my best to tell my boyfriend everyday that he needs to cling to his daughter at all costs and if it ever came to a situation like this with me, I'd hope he'd chose her over me. She is far more precious. Daughters are a beautiful thing and should never be pushed aside. Take a listen to Demi Lavato's "For the love of a Daughter" hits close to home.

• by Stacey
• 11 years ago

Awesome story, I love poems... I have since I was 9 when I wrote my first poem about spring. I totally understand that way you feel about your dad. My dad also wants me to be perfect, he compares me to his co-worker's son. He expects me to be smart and brave and nice... and I'm not, that upsets him. But, we don't choose our life, sorry your story turned out this way. You should know thousands of girls feel like this, they just never say it. You are brave to spill your feeling to us.

• by Destiny, AZ
• 12 years ago

Wow! My heart has been touched........ finally someone who I can relate to! Loved it!(':

• by Sonia, New Jersey
• 12 years ago

Hi Sara! Thank you for your words I can relate on so many levels. I have a text book love/ hate relationship with my father. My entire life all I wanted was my fathers approval and he was not able to give me that. Nothing is ever good enough. So at an early age I gave up and started using drugs. My father became my enabler and I finally felt like he loved me. I proceeded on a 20 year suicide mission. I allowed my fathers feelings of inadequacy to become my own. He became the hero and I became the loser daughter. I was never good enough as a child so why bother ad an adult. The most difficult part is that I am so much like my father. So angry and so full if rage. I am a 38 year old women who is still seeking affirmation from my daddy. Something I now realize I will never get. I'm trying to get water from an empty well. I am now clean and sober 6 months and struggling daily. I finally realize what I've been using as an excuse to destroy and kill myself. Now that I now the only way to heal is to let it go. I will never be good enough for my father but I am good enough for me. I no longer need his validation. Thank you for your poem. It's a relief to know I'm not alone. Our situations are soooo different but the feeling are very similar. Your words really hit a nerve. Thank you I feel I am not alone.

• by Anna, Tampa
• 12 years ago

Hi Sara. I feel the same way, my story is kind of like yours. My mom told my dad that I was his daughter, he denied it, he never accepted it. He left me 7 years ago. Reason why because he was in an accident and he ran like a coward. The person that crashed in him died, him? Metal in his foot. The last time I saw him was in the hospital. Did he say bye? No. 2008 I saw him. Forgot what happened but now he always says he love me. If he loved me he would have stayed. If he loved me he would have not have a son that's one. Met another women. But I understand he just didn't care. Even when I was in my mothers womb when she crashed. But I survived. didn't need him.

• by Chrissy, Toronto
• 12 years ago

Hello Sara. Your poem reminds me of myself. Sometimes I think of myself as a waste. My dad yelling at me bring me down, tells me I can't do anything, tells me he hates he has a daughter. When I tell him to stop, I don't think he cares at all he just does it over and over again. When he is finished yelling he come and says sorry and I feel better but a few days after he does it again. Everytime I tell myself I will leave but somehow I can't. I feel like I have nothing to live for I always ask myself why am I still alive, god please take my life I don't want to be alive any more. Everyone will say to me things will get better but somehow it takes forever. Your poem is amazing I hope everything goes well for you.

• by Niana Business
• 13 years ago

Hey Sara, this poem was really amazing. I was definitely able to relate to you here. Sometimes love just isn't enough for people anymore and changing is never an option. Stay strong Sara, we'll both end up okay one day.