I Shall Commit His Murder

I hate how he looks at me, touches me,
Puts his fingers on my lips and tries to kiss them,
Then there is always a sick feeling I have when I’m around him,
He cracks a fat when I am near, this is so wrong you hear,
Do you want to know why, because he is my father,
Always wanting to hug and kiss me when I am near,
He says we never spend time together,
Well he should think about why,
Just thinking about it makes me wish he died,
But I would never cry,
Because I will not give him the satisfaction,
I am too strong for that, I just punch and kick him instead,
So before he takes it further, I will commit his murder.