My Real Dad

When mum and dad split
I wished they'd reunite
Life became pretty s h i t
All my brothers did was fight

I wished daddy would come home
I prayed to God every single night
Crying at the thought of daddy all alone
Didn't seem fair, didn't seem right

But as time went slowly by
My dad became a monster in my eyes
He could always make me cry
And he laughed at my cries

His self pity made him look so weak
I looked at him and saw what my mum saw
Daddy the abuser, daddy the freak
I didn't want him back any more.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2006