Dark parades sing songs
Of hatred through their
Melancholy flutes of rage
All this in my mind as
He looks at me
Pretends that everything's okay
It so plainly isn't
Such that the sun shines
Mockery down during the night
Blazing on the moon
With more hatred than any night past
Pretends it's shining in the dark purple skies...
He stuffs words down my
Throat like a pig at a roast
In someone's shitty backyard
In the heat of July the fourth
Believes that if I say them
They'll be true
Pretends he's inside my own fucking mind
Making MY decisions
Too fucking bad
I'm not daddy's little princess anymore
I never was...
Author notes
I fucking hate my father
In a list
A contest entry
- Come on Lovely Poets! Let Your Hatred Come Out With Cruel Passion by Leaving Today.
465 points, ended August 19, 2008, 19 entries
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