Do you ever wonder what I’m like?
I mean, what I’m really like?
Did you know that in grade five I met my best friend?
It doesn’t matter anymore; she left me in grade ten.
That’s partly why I feel like this,
Empty and numb would be close to what I feel
I’m dark
I’m cold
I’m nothing more then a lost memory
Do you remember when dad built the house?
I do
You yelled a lot
Was it my fault?
Is that why you left one night?
I tried to go after you,
Did you know that?
Dad hit me and told me to go to bed
I did
I was a good girl
Wasn’t that enough?
Steven hates you,
Did you know that?
I don’t hate you.
I don’t hate dad either,
I just don’t know how to love you
Sound familiar?
I can still call him dad
Why can’t he call me by my name?
Why can’t he say I’m his daughter?
Am I that bad?
He loves Steven more,
He always has.
Maybe I was adopted,
If I was, I could be a princess.
