You think that I went to church because of a boy.
Because whenever there's a boy, obviously I become infatuated and blind.
Because clearly, I couldn't possibly believe in God.
Because how could I ever be capaple of believing in anything?
Right? Because as a father who barely talks with me, or even looks me in the eyes,
You must know every minute detail of who I am.
I'm upset that you've always thought so little of me.
I find it sad that even when you're here, you're really far away.
I don't know what to do, and you're no help at all anymore.
I told you the truth, and you looked at the T.V. screen and yelled.
Why do you like me better when I'm nothing?
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