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If you look back and read "Hey Dad", this is relatively the same concept only updated. I wrote the other when I was 12 or 13.

I hate your self-rightous dribble
oh yes you're so great
you think there's nothing in this world about you I can hate
but see how ignorant you are
with your versachi suit and lexus car
I hate the way you're always right
even when you're wrong
I hate your know-it-all lectures
Oh they go on all day long
I hate the way you hide behind your cold interior
I hate the way you think, like you're so superior
I hate the way you think you're the smartest man alive
Look over there a cliff! Go on take a dive.
I hate the way you make me feel
I'm never good enough "if that's your best you can do better so that's just fucking tough"
most of all I hate the guilt that goes with all I do
because no matter what it is you say it's always done to you