Fuck you, dad.

Why must you be so hard on me?

Why must you get mad over the simplest things?

Why must you take things away from me when it's someone else's fault?

It's not my fault.

Fuck you.

I hate you.

I hate your humor, it's tasteless and racist.

I hate your hair, it's spiky and unliked.

I wish I was born in DC where I could've been born.

But no, my grandfather in the 90s insisted grandmother quit her job.

I'm over you.

I loathing you.

I wish I was never related to you, father.

Fuck you father.

I'll make sure to piss on your grave when you leave this hell.