Dad’s Struggle

Exhausted from the efforts, I feel a waste,
Heart's misplaced, disgraced, defaced, erased.
this marathon race, I face the 3rd place.

Just trying to undo the wrong, and do what I feel is right,
Goals are out of sight, trying to see the light, questioning this fight? Prevail, I might.
A father's rights, at the height of our plight.

An uphill battle, I'm up against the wall,
This brutal brawl, I rise and fall, the starts and stalls, in it for the long haul.
My successes are small, but I feel 10 feet tall, when my boy wants to play ball.

Society's view is that we're at best, second rate,
We're worth the date, a loving mate, you think it's going great,
But then our fate, one mistake, then it's hate,
Then the state, refusing to get the facts straight, gets to dictate our parenting time exchange rate.

The best interest of the child, how do they decide?
Laws unfairly applied, man what a ride, but I still complied.
What of the tears I cried? My pride? When she lied? Do I even have a side?
"Objection Denied!"

Even when you think it's finally over, you're never really done,
She already won your son, and now it's like a rerun that's only just begun.
Constantly just trying to outrun the hired gun trying to make your parenting.. undone.
It's not fun, there's no pun, don't get your head spun.

All I want is equality, only what is fair,
How dare you ensnare my care,
impair my share with your evil glare.
Beware their stare and prepare for the unfair.