A Daugters Plea To an Ignorant Father

I sit here crying

Holding these bitter tears that do not seem to be drying

My features are not special to you now and were not back then

Just a child, turned teenager with only puberty as a friend

So many thoughts swirl around my mind of how you could be so cruel and then so kind

One minute you ask what you are here for

Then the next I am suddenly the one you love and adore

I used to beg for you to take me out

Now I sit here in my 18 year old self asking what was all that about

Being hugged by mum whenever I felt blue over you

And now you have the nerve to tell me what to do

Back then I would have done anything for some attention

But now to me you are hardly ever mentioned

How could you wreck my perfect world?

Was it because I was not a boy, and turned out to be a girl?

Did you have to ignore me

To stop yourself from getting angry

What could a little baby have done that was so bad?

What could I have done, not to make you want to be my dad.