Tired of It All
I do not need to ask,How could you do this to me?
We are both over the past.
It doesn't matter, really.
But the the question that plagues my mind,
Is, how could you do this to her?
Of all the people in the world,
Do you know how bad she hurts?
She is suppose to be your baby girl.
Your sweet little princess.
But u seem to have passed her over,
For some other chick's kids.
You spend all your time with her and them.
You treat them like your own.
But what about OUR daughter?
Doesn't she matter to you anymore?
I don't know how to answer,
The questions that she asks,
Like, "Doesnt daddy love me?",
How the hell do I answer that?
"What did I do wrong mommy?
Why isn't daddy here?
Dosen't he want me anymore?"
It's a tear filled voice I hear.
I'm tired of covering up for you.
I'm tired of lieing to her sweet, little face.
It's time for you to come clean,
Or finally leave us in peace.
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