Daddy's Little Girl

Sat, 08/24/2013 - 18:56 -- Cokee

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Mommy and daddy, we were the perfect family. Except there was no daddy back in the day.

Mommy had enough of it, but daddy was always out of it.

Picture perfect family, there's only one person in the picture daddy never wanted.

When I got old enough, he tried to confuse me, make me not understand it.

Daddy had a new family and I couldn't never stand to be around it.

He never wanted me, back then I never realized it but he made it really obvious.

"Ring Ring Ring" You hear that? His phone was ringing. He's always to busy to answer, making a new living with his new family.

Somehow I always felt that.

It's hard to be happy with a father that makes you feel like a resentment.

My sanity was at peace, but someone had to ruin the time being with a text message that completely messed up everything.

You even tried to give that lady a baby and neglected the fact to tell me. 

You wanted to make her you new wife, begin a new life.

Didn't even try to tell me the wedding date or the possibilities of a new life you were willing to make.

Every time we talked, it was the same thing "Your mom is an idiot", but how can he have so much hate towards the woman that raised me.

I was hospitalized 21 times, mommy was everyday by my bed side. Working 2 jobs, supporting 2 kids, but always was with me wherever I went.

Where was he? The only one who claims to have "always been there for me."

How can he be so happy with things that hurt me?

It's funny how someone you're suppose to love can have so much hate.

God gave you a daughter, your only child, your only number one priority, but you choose not to take on that fate.

My friends fill the place where daddy is suppose to be, they always been there and I know some may never leave.

I even have a second family, my heart might never be empty.

When people ask about my father, I always say "He forgot about me"

Kid's that grew up without a dad, just want a real one in there life.

I don't want none of that, I'm still waiting for daddy's last "Goodbye"

I'm older now, the damage is already done.

I understand you don't want me and who I've become.

I still have that thought in the back of my head, "Maybe he might change"

That's like you teaching me math, let's all pretend.

Sometimes he tells me "Te quiero mucho mija" Pero estoy un mentiroso.

How can you love someone you never knew? Maybe your own blood, but he'll never have a clue.

Grampa died when I was young, actually never even met me. 

Daddy looked up to Grampa, he was his number one everything.

Sometimes when I'm up crying thinking about why daddy never loved me, the thought popped in my head;

I wonder how Grandpa would feel if he knew daddy has a new family and neglected his number one priority ..

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