PRESENTATION OUTLINE
You Don't Act Like A Father
The silence of his presents drifting away,
His concern about me silently disapears,
He wordlessly abandons me.
His voice in my head is screaming at me.
His last words spoken to me are screaming at me,
And leaving me is aganizing pain.
The forever lasting batratle of words,
The pain he caused me will never leave my body.
But I always will be apart of him.
