Poetry

Poetry: " My Father
(Written 8/96 - before I confronted him on the abuse)

Daddy,
how can you be so mean to me?
I don't know what I ever did to you,
for I only tried to please you.

No matter what I did,
or how hard I tried,
it was never enough,
but why did you have to be so rough?

I've spent endless hours,
blaming myself for all your,
endless hate for me,
I now know it is you and not me.

As years go on,
will you still despise me?
I have always tried,
and so many tears I have cried.

Can you ever be happy with me,
and the life I live?
Or will this just go on.
I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted me to be.

~Angelic Skye~"

posted by Robert Heard at 8:36 AM