The Fraudulent Dad

Dad
Arsehole
Is your goal,
the art of fraud?
All under your control -
you got these people to applaud.
They don't see you are amazingly flawed.
Fucking hell, they are totally and utterly mad!
They don't see the many hearts you've clawed.
My wish to understand is odd -
You're on a bloody roll!
Sure ain't my God -
heart of coal
burnt soul.
Dad

Notes: ▼

Poetry form: Diatelle
Syllables: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1
Rhyme scheme: abbcbccaccbcbba

Prompted by: "It was odd to be in a room full of people who all seemed to look up to my dad like he was some kind of hero. A part of me wanted to see him through their eyes just for a moment." over at "Game of Thrones"  and real life