Daddy dearest, you have two sides,
Just as a coin,
But both sides are hideous,
And one is as false as,
A face on both sides
You come up and hurt me,
Emotionally and sometimes physically,
You put me down, and
Usually leave me in tears,
Then all of a sudden,
You turn back around,
Say you love me,
And ask me for a hug,
Just like that
You pretend nothing every happened,
Like you never hit me across the face,
Never called me useless,
And never beat my self esteem,
Deeply into the ground
I know your love is fake,
As you tell me you love me,
I know it's false when you say,
That I'm you're favorite daughter,
Even though I am the only one you have
I can't believe your sincerity,
When you say it hurts you,
When you see me cry,
I just can't trust you,
To actually care about me,
Or what's going on in my hell of a life
So father dearest,
I beg of you,
Please get rid of this ugly facade,
Just show your true self,
And the anger in your heart,
I'd rather have you hurt me all the time,
Then try and give me a false sense of security,
After the damage's been done
Author notes
I did kind of a warped sense of a dedication to my father, a more negative one.
Written May 20th, 2005
A contest entry
- Father Figure by Prince Charming.
300 points, ended May 21, 2005, 21 entries
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Hehe thanks for the coment, and yes!! PLEASE!!!! LETS MOVE NOW! I gotta get the fuck outta here.
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Another amazing poem by the talented Hannah.
This is really good, though the message makes me want (just a little bit) to poke his eyes out with a spork and make him eat his balls. >_>
I hated this about my father as well... a never-ending cycle of pain and hatred to false love and protection and back again to pain and hatred. How can you trust the very person who hurts you the most to protect you? It's bullshit. Damn our fathers. They both should die.
Screw them, we're movin to St. Martin.
Anyway... I like the message, how it's sort of, as you said, a twisted tribute... kinda like my poem "Daddy's Little Girl" is a twisted tribute. I love irony...
Awesome job yet again.
Evilia -
So many people have two sides They hide thereselves behind a mask Sometimes when emotions flowing the true face appears. It makes it even more hard if somebody that treat you so bad on a next moment tell you that he loves you and hug you. Your dissapointed and hurt something he just dont want to see or not even trying to understand. To much busy with his own feelings to see arround. It so good to bring it out and I hope he reads it and understand what he did How he mixed up emotions and would stand up to show you if he really cared
Fantastic entry thank you so very very much
Herman -
Well, I'm very glad that he hasn't hit you in awhile. And if he does, I will go all vampire on his ass!
My dad does the mential and emotional abuse as well as my mom. They haven't hit me ever since I phoned the police but then my mom ripped the phone out of the hook thingy so the call didn't go through, which sucks.
I hope that you feel better!
Always and Forever,
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Well, he hasn't hit me in awhile, the last time was Christmas Eve of '04(we don't cekebrate Christmas but I remember my bro taking me to police stationa d them not doing anything cuz it was Christmas Eve and they were lazy) and he doesn't do it that often, mostly its just emotional and mental abuse. And thank youf or the comment.
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My dad is like this, but he never turns around and says he loves me. The last time he said it... I can't ever remember. But he did say it one time this year... but it cuz my mother told him to because I was hurting a lot. But I knew it was fake. My dad doesn't hit me as much anymore... but when I was younger him and mother would drink and it was hell.
I'm sorry that you have to go through with this, nobody should. I'm here for you if you ever need to talk. Great write hun!
Always and Forever,
~Kendal
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