Do you see me know?!?

                             You spit me out and chewed me out….

                                   The little girl you once knew

                                   Never knew the sight of light

                                      But the pain of another.

                                      I should’ve known that you

                                            Would be so cruel

                                          A man without a soul.

                                 You tortured the innocence inside

                                                       Of you

                                  Who tried so hard to reach you?

                                  Instead you possessed your anger

                                                And created the                         

                                           Demons inside another.  

                                            Are you happy now!?!?

                               The child you tried so hard not to claim. 

                                The legitimate child who you presented

                                     As the illegitimate child for years

                                                    As front!

                                           You say you love her

                                              But do you really?

                           You love the family that you adopted more!

                                 All I would like to think is the woman

                          That possessed your mind is poisoning your mind,

                                That’s why your acting the way you are.

                                  Instead of being her play-boy manikin.

                        You pretend like I don’t exist with your amateur words.

                            How does it feel as though you haven’t claimed me?

                                      You still tell me you love me.

                                                       But

                                      Are you still telling me the truth?

                                 Truth lies within the actions of another.

                                           Are you still my father? 

                                                        Or

                                         Just another man in my life……

                         I just needed to know how you really feel about me.

                                  As though you once told me you were a

                                Scared little boy closed off by the darkness

                                                    Of your fathers

                                          But you still do the same.

                     The difference is you didn’t leave me like a scared little boy.

                                 Instead you left me a scared little girl.

                                Never shedding the lights of her fathers

                                                           But 

                                           Only the darkness within them. 

                                    How do you expect me to forget the

                                             Dangers you put me through.

                                    You chewed me up and spit me out.

                                     The scared little girl you once knew was

                                   No longer so afraid of your big bellowing words

                             That always kept me from never going to the heights you

                                                Ever thought I could.  

                You allowed your devil on your shoulder to become your reality.

                                               How could you?

            You allowed her to cloud your judgment of everyone, even me!

                                   The one true legitimate child,

                                    who has cried out to you for your

                                      help time and time again.

                        I would cry out in joy, to the day the trumpets scream

                                           She’s gone, she’s gone.

                                            Gone from our lives

                                              From existents,

                                            Like thinness in the air

                                       That becomes simply nothing.

                                         My wonder was to it was,

                                             Does she ever cloud,

                                           Your judgment of me

                                                      To you

                                                         Or

                                        Even to your own children?