Father?

Look at you,
Standing there, with your lying eyes.
False hopes, you give plenty.
Broken promises? As always.
When will it be the end?
Will there be an end,
To this mockery of a game?
I call you a name,
That you’ve not yet earned.
What will it take, you ask,
To be worthy?
Be what you should,
Do what is expected.
Think past yourself, is all that I ask.
After that, then maybe someday,
I shall call you what you request.
Perhaps, one day, I can say ‘Father’..
And speak the word with conviction