I wrote this about my father last night. Looking for some feedback.

It's As If

It's as if I trusted you to take me there yet you failed and fell flat on your face without even trying.
It's as if I gave you my childhood innocence and you stole, sold it to make a quick buck.
It's as if a mild mannered man who was once my hero builds me up every time only to let me free fly away and disbelieve the words constantly cascading out of an over-tired, expired, done, I'm finished with your dispising eyes and cries always accusing me of not being good enough mouth.
It's as if with your overbearing strength and me sitting in the backseat of another stranger's car clinging to the red bleeding from the dead roots in my scalp after having been lifted by them by you is the only sign of love I will ever see, if you can consider pain love.
It's as if I'm sick of having to come up with quick-fix tricks to tell everyone why you aren't or never were there because it was your choice to leave me, decieve me, concieve me and bring into this world of self-hate you call your life of selfish sensitivity.
It's as if another babysitter is holding me closer than you ever did to stop me from slitting the wrists, calling quits on what was what I wanted from you.
It's as if that last tear was the last tear to fall from these eyes while staring into yours terrified that look like mine because mine look like yours, no, I never wanted to be a chore, a whore for your attention.
It's as if you'll always be a last resort when I'm short on cash and we clash becaue you and I both know your not responsible enough to show support, here or in court for a child that is so from your vine of DNA design. Is it a crime to ask for a father?

Let me know what ya think.

C