To my father

i don't know if i should regret,

not saying the words i prepared.

I'm always myself,

i don't know how to start the conversation.

never felt love by your side,

you never liked the way i grow.

always annoys me with your shout,

shouts that i don't really care about.

going home is not that fun,

when you're already having fun.

you're not the one that i dreamed of,

not somehow as cold as you.

but i guess I'll thank you though,

for everything that you do.

for the shouts, and joy,

for the food, and toys.

i'll never be what i am,

without you in my life.

thank you for your hardwork,

i hope I'll be somehow like you in my life.