Daddy, do you love me? Your blank stares leave me aching, unwaking, yet shaken. You call me names, and others by mine as an insult as if I was diseased, so unkind in my mind I'm still captive by the precious words that you speak though they reek with deceit and their motive's unclean. You demean and depress and suppress; I digress. I will not fight fire with fire from liar to liar fall lower, yet climb higher in the ranks of hell for its fire to fight with desire that I lack for my loyal moral stance against your hateful empire.
Daddy, do you love me? I ask you again, but your face, washed in sin, defies me times ten.
DADDY! DO. YOU. LOVE. ME!? Am I pretty enough? Good enough? Holy enough? Loving enough? Obedient enough? Submissive enough?
Daddy, do you care...
Could anything I do
Make
You
Change,
Could anything I do
Make
You
Love me?
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrythese are poems that come from my heart, (whether pertaining to me personally, or otherwise) so please give constructive criticisms rather than insults.
