My father was never in the picture as far as raising me. He was a check and a frozen image in a picture that my mother showed me occasionally. He wasn't a drunk or abusive, he was just a broken, sad man afraid to take a chance when my mother got pregnant unexpectedly.
Here's the headline of an article I just came across today. Prepare yourself...
"Where's Poppa? Absent dads linked to early sex by daughters"
(And that's just the headline--go here for the full article: http://www.sciencenews.org/articles/20030719/fob2.asp).
Im sick and tired of
your lies
I wish you knew
how my life has
been
just because of you
If people say
that i am so bright
then why
