Dad

It's these nights that I just want to call my dad,
the nights I wonder what I'm doing wrong,
why this world despises my energy,
dislikes my every effort,
distrusts my every thought,
it's the night that no mother can soothe,
the trials of ragged prevail,
my tired soul and fresh tears,
it's when I'm beaten the most.
This night I need my dad.
I sit wondering if he'd even be awake,
if I, too, am a burden on his heavy day.
It's my yearning for comfort,
a connection that never seems to fail,
one heavy soul to another,
it's this night I need him.
Mother pushes me to feel something I can't face with my eyes.
Dad listens so I may mourn it instead with my soul.
It's this night when nobody hears my silence,
no one sees my invisibility,
the night no one knows my hurt,
that's when I need my dad,
and even I can't bear to press the button.