Father

Tell me why
I shouldn't leave.
Fathers told me I was far better than that.
I should run away
carefree this day
but a significant debate told me to
make a commitment.
I'm not good at promises anymore.
If I didn't love you
trust that I would be gone.
A repetitive song
that's lyrics tell me every morning
there's a mistake.
What can liars do but lie
as I served my heart
he spoke my justice
as I dried my eye,
and for the truth
well
I guess that's the menace.
I loved these parents.
Their all I ever have.
All greedy, selfish monsters
I know
will continue to take all I have.
Whispers in fairness:
Can you promise not to care again?
No.
I let you down.
Father pray for my hope.