I’m scared of you dad

I’m scared of you dad

When you’re sad,

I know it’s not me

But I’m scared of you dad,

When you’re mad,

At the world

And what’s been.

The rage it creates,

The ways it berates,

Mixed with the things

Of my age and it’s phase.

We both walk apart

To take away sadness

To hide it in corners.

I know it’s not you,

You know it’s not me

But I’ve got my life,

I want you to see.