The Truth

It seems like only yesterday, that I was a little girl . Nothing mattered more then my daddy, because to me he ruled the world .

You see at the time I was under an illusion, thinking that my mom had it in for me . But now I look back on all those wasted years, and see how dumb I must have seemed .

We fought like cats and dogs whenever they would separate, because in my eye's it was her fault, and with my dad I wanted to stay .

But I didn't come up with that conclusion on my own . He did his part believe . He was the whom told me that my mom hated me .

Before all the hatred, fights, and name calling, I loved them both the same . But I didn't realize until I was all grown up, that my dad started the whole thing .

He would call me when she was at work, or gone out with one of her friends . He'd say run away and come to me , we could be together again .

I did do it, many, many, time's . Almost every few days . But then it lead to horrible things, that got me locked away .

I spent my time patiently, waiting for my dad to rescue me . He finally did, but it wasn't to long before he wanted me to leave .

He sent his new wife to do his dirt, but she ended up picking a fight . Thats the reason for these wounds in my chest, they came from her rusty knife .

They said I started it all, and told the state to take me away . But my mom step in and said, she wouldn't have it, and she took me home with her that day .

I was shocked, stupefied, dumb struck, whatever you name it . Because I had finally come to realized who truly loved me.