No Love Of His Poem by Brigitt Rodriguez

The love of a father.
It's always so underestimated
People saying it doesn't even compare,
To the love of a mother
But what you don't know
And what I do see
Is that this love makes a difference
There is a place in every young girls heart
Reserved especially for he
The one we call daddy,
In me, that place is empty
It's been neglected and forgotten
And I'm still waiting
I'm still pleading
I'm still hoping
That that place get's filled soon
You would not believe,
the countless nights I spent talking to the moon
In hopes that my father was on the other side listening
And my cheeks glistening
From every tear that fell
As I stood by waiting
Lying to myself and those around me
Hiding the hell
That I felt and lived through every time
I saw a little girl run up to her daddy
Every time
I heard a father call over his sweetie
Every time
I heard a kid saying daddy catch me
Every time
I saw girls and their fathers playing with a barbie
Every time
I had to watch a dad holding his baby
Why couldn't I have that
What had I done that I didn't deserve it
For all the times I threw a fit
And couldn't tell the reason behind
What was truly on my mind
The countless times I stayed up thinking
Of a world where I was one of those girls
But there was nothing I could do
All had already been done
And I wonder how he feels about that
Does it tear him up inside too
I bet it doesn't
He probably never thinks about it as I do
But that's okay, I don't need him
I'll fight my own battles and exceed him