I hate it how you talk to me

Like I'm not good enough

I hate it when you say to me

That it wasn't good enough

It's not like you would even know

You're not ever home

I can't stand it when you yell at me

I would want to leave but I'm already home

I can't believe you pretend

That you know what I'm thinking

If you had a mind reader

You would know hate is what I'm thinking

If you could grasp how much your snide comments hurt

You might understand

But why I love you I can't cease to wonder

If its myself I must understand

It's not like my love can be bought

That's way too deep in my heart

For anything material to bring

But you have also wounded that same heart

You haven't hurt me physically, but daddy, don't you know

Words they can hurt just as much, you see

And the lack of praise is hurtful

You don't mean it, I can see

You just want me to be perfect

Is my best guess right now

But just because I'm not so much

It's hurting me right now

Maybe I did pick the easy way

That one little tiny time

Because I was already hurt inside

From another time

But that doesn't mean that I'm not trying

Daddy, don't you see

Two sides of you hurt sometimes

Love or hate, I'll have to see

Sticks and stones may break my bones

So can glass and gold

But while they may heal eventually

The words, they hurt my soul