Daddy's hands are not kind anymore.
The hands that were caring,
Turned into hands of fury.
I always thought it was my fault,
I deserved what was coming to me.
Daddy had the cycle,
The cycle that needs to stop.
He was caring and loving,
Then mad and abusing.
I was always scared to see what mood was next.
The mood of abusing.
Was started with yelling
Then the hitting came.
I wanted to sink into the walls,
Shrinking and pleading never worked.
Daddy's hands got too scary,
And daddy's hands were not daddy's anymore.
