Daddy, do you ever cry
As you lie awake in bed at night
Do you pray about your little girl
All alone out in the world?
Do you think about me as you drive
To work each morning after nine
Do you wish I'd be there just to talk
And ask dumb questions that never stop?
Daddy, does "Something Beautiful"
Make the tears much harder to control
Is it hard to keep your guard intact
Does it make you wish you'd take me back?
Do you wish you could go back in time
And always fixed it when I cried?
Do you think that maybe I'd have stayed
If you cared a little more those days?
Daddy, do you think of me
When the boys watch Blade on DVD
Do you understand now why I cried?
Do you understand now why I lied?
Do you ever want to make a call
And tell me all of this is wrong
Is there ever one ounce of regret
Have you even come to miss me yet?
I miss you Daddy, that I do,
The days I don't are all too few;
Don't you miss me, Daddy? Don't you care?
Or is it like I was never there?
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The Art of Confusion
PoetryDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
