This poem is to my father. He had a stroke 4 years ago and now I am dealing with it. No one understands why it affects me the way it does, because he is still alive. But in my eyes that isn't my dad and it's so hard to see him that way. It's awful to see exactly what I want, but it's really not him.

Sometimes in life we are selfish. Sometimes we are cruel to others. We don't know what they are going through or anything about them and we should stop, put ourselves in their position and just think!