I was the apple of your eyes,
Your little girl,
Your little dancer,
Your little star,
Until she walked in,
And you walked out.
You treated me like a shadow,
Like a piece of dirt on the ground;
I begged you to love me,
But you never uttered those words
Not a single sound.
Gone were the days of playing in the park,
Gone were the days of holidays,
Gone were the days of a parent who used to care.
You chose to walk beside the other woman,
You left us, and my mum;
You walked blindly into the sun,
And you abandoned me too.
You made up excuses not to see me,
Said that your new love couldn't cope with me;
But, your new love wasn't your daughter,
You ignored my cries of pain,
You never noticed when I got hurt;
I needed you more than ever,
But you weren't there.
You were brutal to me;
You treated me in ways I would
never treat my own daughter,
You used severe physical punishment,
And you punished me emotionally too.
You are unwell;
You won't remember me in years to come,
They say that I should be there,
What has been done,
Can't be undone.
You haven't bothered with me,
Since I grew up,
You've never called me,
Never spoke with me;
And, you never got to know
Your grandkids when they were young.
I became your lost little girl,
While my siblings became your joy;
You chose to push me further into the shadows,
Despite my efforts to try.
Yes, I know;
You know your other adult children,
And, grandchildren really well;
You've watched them grow up;
Though you never took a minute to
see my children, also your grandchildren
to grow up.
You never got to know your
You know, the man who has been there
for me more than you.
The man who did your job;
Picking up the shattered pieces of
my heart for over 20 years.
So, I won't make any apologies,
Because I can't be there,
For a parent who was never there
A parent I have never known,
In over 20 years.
I don't wish you any harm,
I wish you a peaceful life,
But if in death you pass,
I can't be there to say goodbye.
Saying goodbye would be like
grieving a stranger;
I will grieve the dad I used to know,
Before I became,
The lost little girl;
The little girl with no confidence,
The lost little girl who didn't
Or who she was,
Because you didn't teach her so.
About the Creator
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.