I feel nothing when I look at my father, From a far I saw him pedal his way to me; Like a stranger, a passerby I need not to greet. I feel nothing when I look at my father, When he talked about my younger years, As if he was there for a minute or two. I feel nothing when I look at my father, Loud voice and selfish accusations rang to me, A norm I've long accepted this fate. I feel nothing when I look at my father, He talks about me to strangers I barely know, Boasting things Im forced to brace growing up. I feel nothing when I look at my father, His eyes wander to us vigilant to his gold, I've never in my life spent a dime of his money. I feel nothing when I look at my father, A burglar to a rich woman's heart Taking every bit and leaving haughty. I feel nothing when I look at my father. Like a barren soil, no empathy shant rise Even when He is old, He left me too when I was 9.