Daddy
Daddy, Oh Daddy,
When will you learn?
All those lies told,
And the bridges you burned.
Manipulation was your favorite game.
You always got your way.
You think the sun rises and sets with you,
Even to this day.
You made us all feel so alone,
So that you were all we had,
But a father shouldn't make you cry;
Feel unloved, unwanted or sad.
All the stuff you put me through.
The hafeful things you said,
Despite what you may think of me,
I don't wish you dead.
And now you want forgiveness
You feel that you deserve it,
But my forgiveness, you will never have.
You aren't even worth it.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010
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