Who is he?
What does he want from me?
At first I thought I know him but no, I don’t
Little did I know that he was faceless and innominate
It’s true that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, but my so called dad’s cover is the worst
At first he was sweet, caring and loving, but little did I know that it was all temporary
Is he my father? I thought
That man changed like the world’s seasons
He turned his back on me
If only I knew that he was mendacious and deceitful maybe I wouldn’t let him in my life