Where am i suppose to turn,
when the ones who should Love me don't...

Daddy you just tore me apart,
for the very last time...

Poetry is my only friend,
my way to let anger out...

Look into my eyes,
what can you see...

The anger thats inside me,
of what you said that day...

Sometimes i sit and wonder
what life would have been...

Why arent i pretty
why arent i loved...

I just lost two,
of my closest friends...

Life was never suppose to be easy,
it is suppose to be challenging and hard...

How can i be happy,
when i feel alone...

I'm not the little angel,
that you may see...

Daddy..
you never did call me your sweet little girl...