The Death

I hate it when people tell me
"I know what your going through"
When really they haven't seen the worse part.

Why can't people let me be,
Suffer in my own,
Humanity?

He was the father i never had,
The man that showed me what to look for,
When choosing a good guy over the bad.

My real father left when i was three,
He was cheating on my mom,
And that's all he is to me.

My grandfather became my father,
That is until he died,
My real father didn't bother,
He never even tried.

My mom then met this guy,
That soon i would know as step-dad,
He was all that goodness could be,
Even though sometimes he'd make me mad.

But as my fourteenth birthday pulled into gear,
He was soon about to disappear.

He went to the hospital,
That suppose to be happy day,
But the next day after,
He blew away.

My birth father is only called a father,
He doesn't deserve,
anything greater then that.

My step-dad is called my dad,
For he really cared,
I and i loved him for that.