Y'know, Father, it's times like these when I could hit myself for not figuring you out. It's times like these when I wish we had bonded, as father and son usually do. It's times like these when I wish I understood you... maybe then you'd've made an effort to understand me.
We just had another fight, Father, and I find it funny that I don't care. I don't care that you don't know me, and I don't care that you don't want to know me. I find it funny that if I thought that if I did my best, was the smartest in school, got the best grades, had great friends, that you'd love me more. Maybe you'd accept me more. I don't care if you don't accept me for who I was, who I am, and who I want to be.
I think it's odd, Father, that after all the talking and fighting you don't apologize for all that you've done. For lowering my self esteem, for making me feel worthless. You should apologize for all the damage you've done to my psyche, for all the evil you've done to my soul.
I'm gonna make you sorry, Father, that you ever ignored me. I'll become the most successful man you'll ever know, I'll have friends that'll stick by me through thick and thin, I'll have a smart and attractive girlfriend that makes everybody's heads turn. I'll be rich and distinguished, and you won't be able to hurt me any more.
Then you'll beg to know me, Father, and you'll say you know me best. You'll talk about who I was, who I am, and who I aspire to be. But I'll tell them the truth, and you'll be forgotten, and I will live on. You'll try and get me to sell out for you, and I'll tell you to go to hell.
Thanks for being you, Father, for giving me all these dreams. For giving me something to strive for, Father, for challenging my extremes. So when your funeral day comes, Father, I will put a rose on your grave. And I'll walk away with my freedom, Father, that will last for all my days.