The truth sometimes huts, but I at least know the truth now. That he will never love me and except me, he will never be able to look into my eyes and tell me that he loves me because I’m a loving, caring, beautiful individual; I only have a gorgeous mother that does that. I know that my dad once was a good man to me, because my mother told me the stories from when I was little. How I use to sleep on his chest for naps, and how I wouldn’t want to see him go. But sadly I don’t remember that man, all I remember is the cruel, violent, drunk man that would punish me for crying, and hurt the mother I so dearly held close to my heart, for saving me all these years. I just with I had a father to teach me how to take apart a car, teach me how to drive, go on walks with, paint my first house with, buy a new puppy with, teach me how to ride a bike that I was afraid to get taught when I was little; And to teach me how to be fearless. But the fear that he brought upon me taught me to laugh at fear, to be cold, to stay away from people you use to love, for they will hurt you in the end.
He believes that it’s a choice, but from being one, I know first hand it isn’t. He believes that it’s wrong; he says that if society says it everyone believes its okay, but I don’t believe a lot of what society says. I believe what I feel, and what I see, what I hear, and what my heart, soul, and instincts tell me to do. I don’t believe in rules because rules just hold your spirit down, they tie it down like it’s a caged animal. But in all truth we are all animals, just with more highly developed brains; we came from them. So who are we to create all these rules to our once free spirits? We are all just caged animals like in zoos. And we all are longing to be free.
