I have a name
yet i do not know who i am.
I think i use to know that face
starring back through the mirror,
but i don't think i do anymore
i don't know who i am,
since the day daddy showed me
what love is supppose to be.
The image is vague now.
I don't want to remember it...
strange that this kind of love
he said was love
seemed to be hurting me.
physical pain gone yet
something weighs down on my heart and my mind is not at peace
my daddy loves me.
he told me so when he use to give me wet kisses which i dreaded.
my mommy loves me even more
cause he allows daddy to love me the right way a daddy should.
at least that's what daddy said...
