I Hate The Fact.....

I Hate the fact that you're not there for me.
I dont want you there, but it would be nice if you were.
All I need is for you to show me some love,
Like your suppossed to.
But you dont, you make me hate coming home.
I hate sitting in the same room as you.
I wouldnt say I hate you,
bu i certainly dont love you.
You say im stupid when you find out how i feel.
I dont remember the last time you hugged me, held me
told me you loved me .
Youve never been there for me.
Never.
Parents evening at school - you never came.
The day i made my choices - you went home early to watch football.
When I got my exam results - you were in spain.
The one thats hurts the most is the time i made you that dinner withthe group i used to go to,
it was for mothers day,
and i rang you to see where you were,
you said you couldnt come - were held up.
But i could tell in your voice, that youd really just forgot.
You were at home anyway, i called you on the housephone.
Forgot about me, your daughter.
And your the only parent i have left, but youre never there.
when i see you i see what i could become, but i never want to be like you,
never.
Because i'll always be there when someone needs me.
Unlike you