Father

People sing about fathers leaving, not being there at all.

But what if he stays and still isn't a safe place at all?

When your right to be loved as a kid never really existed?

When there was no one to run to when you're scared?

When they lecture you for not being nice to your blackmailing ex.

 

Piece by piece 

you proved me that

being loved needs to be earned and

respect is made

by order of birth

and by age.

Piece by piece

you proved me

that safety costs submission

and there's no one there

standing up for me.

Piece by piece

you proved me that

 falling far from the tree

comes with a price and

I can't win,

no, I can't run,

I am bound

to be not enough. 

Piece by piece 

you proved me that

fathers are made

by a birth and I

would be better done

if I just had

none.