An Invisible Daughter

An Invisible Daughter

 

I eat dinner with an invisible father.

Unfortunately it’s not uncommon for an invisible daughter.

I can’t see him, but he haunts me still.

My memories are fading, and ones that stay I wish to kill

It’s funny how my mind erases my childhood laughter

I guess to save room for the pain of my father

I don’t remember hearing “I Love You”

Yet, I remember being called names and told what to do

I don’t see him and he doesn’t see me.

I’m left to wonder if I feel as much heartbreak as he

He faded from my home and made my heart turned hard

I knew he truly abandoned me when I didn’t even get a birthday card

Sometimes in my mind, I see a flash of him

His face I rather not see, not even a limb

His face though it is an origin of mine own

I see a face that doesn’t care enough to phone.

I thought if a man says he is the “king of his castle”,

then he should treat his daughter like a princess, not causing her a hassle.

But I’m not his princess; I don’t even feel like his daughter.

In my tears and screams, my invisible father haunts me still

They say “like father, like daughter” so I guess I am daddy’s little invisible girl.    

 

 

 

Reviews

[Esther Night]

I don't beief in hating people but he is an exption.