Just a few months old
I could hear them shouting loud
Curse words ringing in my ears
And fists flying through walls
Just a few years old
On my way to another visit
As required by the judge
I cry because I know yet again, he'll ignore me
Just a preteen in school
On the playground swing
I listen to the others talk
Of all the fun things mommies and daddies do with them
Just a rowdy teenager
Searching for her place
I cringe in disgust as I watch
A daddy play with his daughter in the park
Just a young woman now
Feeling as half of a whole
I long to know what my life would've been like
If only dad had loved me
Author notes
But my dad never loved me. This is truly how I grew up. It doesn't get more simple than that.
A contest entry
- but my dad never loved me. by iverbthenoun.
1000 points, ended July 2, 2008, 15 entries
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