Waiting. Here.

Daddy, I miss the way you used to be.
I wish I could go back years ago.
Back till the time where you didn't abuse me.
You always hurt me, inside and out.
You don't know what you did.
But still all you ever do is shout.
Daddy, why do you treat me this way?
I don't know what to do.
But you leave bruises on me every single day
People say that Teens are supposed to have fun.
But how can I do that
When my father won?