
How could a father know so little of his daughter? Just when she began to think he knew her most, he spits such hurtful words that describe nothing about her.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 160 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-20-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2766349
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Made: Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Time: 7:47p.m
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I was starting to believe
That you actually knew
Who I am
And why I do what I do.
I was starting to think
You actually cared for me,
Loved me;
Something we could all agree.
I was starting to wonder
How I could ever question you
And your motives for me.
But none of it was even true.
I was starting to question
Myself and what I'm worth
And was looking for your comfort
Until you shoved me to the earth.
I was starting to feel
Like we finally had what we were missing
For all of these years
But I don't know what I was thinking.
I was starting to hope
That you actually understood,
But you just threw it all away
In the words that you threw.
I guess I was wrong.
It was a huge misfire.
How could you, my father,
Ever know his child?
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