Do I have a father?

"Do I have a father?" Your question broke me but I have one for you. You asked me "is here still children in this house?", Pointing finger at me, making me feel like a mouse, but let me ask you a question. "Do I have a father?" I hate the things you do and you not an example to me, I hate it when you call me baby, I hate it when you shout, I hate it when your temper rises, I hate it when you blow out your nose, I hate the fact that you fart in public, I hate the fact that I have all this pent up feelings toward you, I hate that you don't understand that words mean everything to me and if you say something, it hurts it'll play over and over and over in my head, till I cry and break myself down, I hate it when you send me to the shop, do you know what it's like being catcalled, I hate that I can't explain myself, I hate that I live with a man that doesn't feel like my father. So dad, "do I have a father?"