"happy"

You'd think the fact that today is Fathers Day would change something;Would mean something. But obviously it's just another day, not different from any other.This is not how I wanted today to be at all.
I wanted it to be a special day for him. No fighting. No arguments. No complaining. --Just happiness. A happy Fathers Day.
I made him a big special Fathers Day breakfast, and Diner. I didn't use my sarcasm any. I cleaned my room. I did everything I thought would make it a special day for him...
But yet he still found things to complain about. He wasn't happy. He couldn't be pleased with it. Couldn't just accept things the way they are. Couldn't appreciate anything that was done for him. Gahh...
It's like he's always trying to find my imperfections. Always searching for things to point out about me, things that aren't perfect. And always trying to put meaning behind things that have no meaning to them.
So what, I left the oven on--I forgot to turn it off. It means nothing. Who leaves an oven on, on purpose? If i WANTED to anger him, I would have found another way to do it. That was not my way of "rebelling".

It's like, he notices all the stupid little things, but he can't even take a look at me and notice the obvious details about me.
My ears are gauged. They've been gauged for quite some time now, but has he noticed? no.
I have red streaks in my hair. Does he notice? no.
I have curly hair. Does he even realize this? no.
He doesn't even know how to spell my name. Or when my birthday is.

Yet he can take time out of his day to complain about the crooked-ness of my teeth, or how much my face is breaking out. That I don't shave my arms.
...I just don't get it.

I wish he could just be happy with me for once and not complain.
I know I'm not perfect. I realize that my teeth are crooked. I know that my face breaks out sometimes.
It's not like there's anything that I can do about it. I don't have the money for braces. I'm only fifteen. It's not like I can go off and get a job to pay for the darn things, why would he take the time to say something about it? It's obvious. The whole world knows. Does he think that I don't realize these things?

Maybe it was stupid of me to even think that Fathers Day could possibly be any different than the other days. It's just another day I suppose. And I'm still the same ol' Margie. He's still the same ol' Dad. I doubt he'll ever just be happy with the way things are. He'll always find something that he doesn't like, and go off and say something about it.


THE END.