The Pitiful Child-Man (the Missing Link Between Child and Man!)

I saw that Team Fortress 2 poster in Garry's Mod the other day,
And it reminded me of someone faraway,
Not physically,
But mentally
And emotionally.
You...my mother's husband,
How dare you wear that band!
My grandmother was on her deathbed,
And you didn't want to go with my mother to see her because she said
That my father was going to be there,
How have you gotten to be where you are now, here,
Being so childish and petty throughout your life?
So, that you won't believe your wife
When she says that her children's father gets to live at the house that's in the family
For relatively low rent, so that he can see his family,
And not be out on the streets because she is not cruel,
Not because of any potential
For feelings to still exist.
Cease and desist
From being so irritable and negative,
These callous displays are so primitive,
My grandmother loved you and your children,
Even though she never really knew you, or how rotten
Y'all really are.
Of yourself, you've painted a rather unpleasant picture.
Today she is gone,
I was never close to her in days bygone,
But I would still occasionally visit when I could, and would care,
But you four, were never there.
What a pitiful child-man!
You are no man,
You throw tantrums when you don't get your way,
You give the silent treatment but full of huffs and puffs at anything we say
When you don't get your way.
You kicked our elderly dog for peeing on the floor,
Poor, poor you and your precious floors!
Now his brother's face is visibly aging,
The dogs are a bit old, but you've essentially killed him when you kicked his brother,
You know he was the more nervous one, afraid of even his own shadow, you monster....
You say to my mother, how your late wife
Was a better wife,
Yet you kicked and disrespected her memory, remember, those dogs were the idea of your precious, perfect, late wife,
She loved them for the short time she got to be with them,
So for at least that reason, you should be more understanding with them.
I am not one to hate, only strongly dislike, but I hate you with every fiber of my being,
But you'll never know, my feelings, you won't be seeing,
You haven't been paying attention to my emotions, so why start now?
Just because you have tattoos, a motorcycle, guns, and wilderness survival skills, that doesn't make you a man anyhow.