Dad

Feeling like a punching bag

just something you get from your dad 

Always denying your evil side 

when confronted you always run and hide 

How do you hurt your little girl 

whose never really lived 

whose never seen the world 

She has so much to live for 

but she finds solace in scissors 

You'd rather let them believe I'm evil 

then tell the honest truth to people 

You never took responsibility 

for all the things you did to me 

One drink and it comes out to play 

who would believe me anyway 

Reviews

[JMaster1]

Painful words , powerful poetry
That should bring some relief