Again

You leave me again and again. You left my house when you said you weren't ready to be my dad. You left again when you left my heart, because I realized I didn't need you to survive. Again I still believe that I need to know what type of father you could've been to me. I wonder if you were bad, I wonder if you were good. I wonder if I could've turned out better, or if I could've turned out worse. But yet again you left when you didn't try to figure out what type of person I became or what type of person you could've been proud of because you raised her. But I'll tell you again that you didn't get the privilege of raising me and again you don't get to see my beauty. Because you left me all over again when you decided to let me grow without you completely.