Family's are suppose to be there for you. So why did you leave?
I was a baby, I know not the prettiest but I was your daughter. Your blood, how could you rejected that?
I know I was loud, I wasn't calm. I was a hand full but I had a problem, one I got from you.
I called you dadi, you were there for a week then you said "It's to hard, I can't do this!" And walked out. I cried. Then years later you blamed it on the one person you should have worshiped.
You don't even try to step into my life, you wanna play 'daddy' when you want. You want ME to step out of my life and into your.
You act like the victim, but your really not. You act like your the thirteen year old not me. I play strong with my bi*chly attitude, but inside I want to ask, "What did I do?"
"How can you act so okay knowing what you did?"
They say I look like you, but I really don't, I look like the strong women who raised me.
Who loves me, who never gave up on me. You might be my dad but you'll never be my father, you'll never be part of my family.
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Upon the moon
PoesiaPoems of the lost, the broken. Ones of joy, love, pain, bullying, loneliness, weight, heartbreak, death, surviving and sadness. Where my emotions fly and the weight is taken off my shoulders. If you want perfect rhymes, sorry. Then look else where...
