Sick of Trying

I tried to make it right but you weren’t trying to hear me so
I am about to bounce and find someone who do

Want to be my daddy because I am so damn smart
You can take this poem as the end and start

To a new man taking your place
Because getting to me is kinda a race

When ever you come to your senses it will be too late
I don’t want to say this but it is you I hate

You where never there when I needed you
And crying over you made me so blue

So as this poems comes to an end and words are through
When people ask do you have a daughter named Keeley say Keeley who?