This is kind of a word vomit moment, I needed to take it. So don't expect much.
You think you're helping her
Teaching her things your parents never taught you
But you don't see what you've really done to her
And if you do
You don't seem to care
She acts as she should
Does as she's told
Expected to simply sit there
Hold her tongue
Because, as only you see, that's what God intended
And that makes her a disgrace
You try to be different from your parents
But you went from one extrem to another
From neglect to abuse
Abuse in a form you do not see
Abuse to the mind
And what can she do?
Hiding the hurt
The broken hearts
I don't think you understand,
A girls first love is her Dad
He's supposed to be there to mend her heart when it gets dropped
Not the one who makes it
Drop
