Daddy's Little Girl?

This poem is a comparison of my biological father, and My “Step-Dad”. The contrast of the two “fathers” has shaped me into the person that I am. Daddy’s Little Girl? -Thunder strikes- I don’t think he ever really cared I know he tries his best I cried so much, everyday He makes my life so great I tried to escape, he held me back I am always helped to fly I grew up too fast; raising the man I called “Dad” He wants me to grow up slow, like “Daddy’s little girl” I left the pain; it wasn’t hard I’m home, welcomed with open arms I hold no grudge Because he raised me well - Sunshine Follows-