Stupid, Fat, Worthless

My father called me several things, starting when
I went to school to days before he died.
It didn't matter to him how much they hurt,
Or how they made me cry.

I was stupid, fat, and lazy--
Irresponsible too.  I shouldn't talk
Because I was so dumb no one wanted
To hear anything I'd say.  He used words as rocks.

I never understood why he disliked me so.
I'd done nothing to him--stayed out
Of his way when possible, when not--
Somehow I'd earn his wrath, and he'd say not to pout.

He was different in public--nice,
Jovial and upstanding.
He did enjoy humiliating the family--whether
Around strangers or friends, his barbs made perfect landings.

All my life I worked hard
To prove that he was wrong.
Helping Mom take care of him
When his health was no longer strong.

The Bible says if you repent your sins,
Ask forgiveness of God, in Heaven you'll  belong.
But I'm not sure where Dad is--
He never thought he did wrong.