Eighteen years of hurt, pain, and dictation
Tears I have shed in front of you.
And tears I have shed in silence,
Yet no one notices the hell I go through,
because I keep on smiling
The tears I had shed because of you, they shouldn't have fell
because you weren't worth the tears that made my eyes swell.
You always said I was defiant, and I was a bad child
Yet you have other children that like run wild.
You tell me that you cant stand me, and I make you sick
You say that you could have just not had me
Well that's nice to tell to your daughter, isn't it.
I'm not the one that got you pregnant, you can blame that on you and my dad.
It takes two to tango, to salsa, and all of that jazz,
So don't blame me for your "mistakes"
You knew what you were getting into,
when you pushed me out that day at the Beaumont hospital.
Just because you didn't physically abuse me, and left bruises down my back
doesn't mean that strikes you out the category because the way of your attack
You verbally diminished me, and psychologically broke me
Belittling me in the most notorious ways
had led to many mental breakdowns, and depression issues still to this day
And no one ever notices the hell I go through
because I keep smiling
but the next time that I cry because of you
will not because you being a fire breathing dragon
it will because I will miss you
when you're no longer on your deathbed, and dying
And I am not saying I want you to die soon,
but I want you to find peace and tranquility
in yourself as well as others
because the hell you have and will raise you will pay for
whether in heaven or in hell, you choose
I just want you to know I will be praying for you,
and I love you.
Sincerely, your Daughter