The Man Before Me

My father died years ago.
The man before me is just a faction of the man my father was.
He might look like my father,
He might act like my father,
But he's not my father.
I look in his eyes and all I see is darkness.
The man before me has no soul.
He says he loves us but his action shows otherwise.
He says he treats me the way I treat him but its the other way.
The man before me is not my father,
He's just a monster.
My father died four years ago,
He died everyday until he was no more but dark and hollow.
I wish I knew why he hates me so much.
What did I do to have his rage upon me?
The man before me, broke my heart only as a father could.
Was I not good enough to be his daughter?
The man before me is no longer my father.
I hate that I wish he loved me.
The man before me will always be the worst part of me.