I couldve been an angel..

Yet another poem about my good old daddy-o

I couldve been an angel
if you hadnt burn my wings
its funny how the worst effect
can come from such simple things

you broke in half my halo
and you tore up my white dress
you left me with a blackened eye
to try pick up the mess

I couldve been a flower
had you let me bloom
but all you did was shut me down
then send me to my room

i might be able to trust
let someone close to my heart
but you made sure that i never would
when you tore my world apart

it mightve spared my shattered soul
i mightve learnt to smile
i mightve learnt to laugh again
like i did when i was a child

but in spite of all the things
you did thatll haunt me forever
i guess you were useful after all
you taught me how to be clever

i couldve been a sucker
too naive to see their lies
you taught me how to look within
and see what was written in their eyes

i couldve been a weakling
who everybody used
but, by doing it to me
you kept me from ever again being abused

you gave me a defensive shell
i stole your steely gaze
i copied how you sweetened words
to always get your way

you stamped out girlish fantasies
along with all my hopes and dreams
but now, my disappointments
are never as bad as they could seem

but best of all, you taught me
how easy it is to pretend
to smile, agree and make them think
youll be there til the end

i hate you and all youve made me
yet your lessons were bittersweet
and in the end, the victory i had over you
feels a whole lot like defeat