Daughter Or Father Poem by Jamyson Hoelscher

You left her in silence.
Crying for her mother.
The one that many doubt exists.

When she cries I'm the one there.
Though I'm not her father.
But I still treat her as my own.

For you to lie is to breathe.
To live is to deceive.
This is what your life has become.

You say you want to make them proud.
But who? For now you're just a sham.
The world is ashamed that you walk on its face.

Even last night.
Blank face with blank tears.
As you left I found out your true doings.

You had a choice.
The Daughter, or the Father?
No ammount of sense explains your actions.

On the edge of meltdown?
On the brink of despair?
Or just a constant liar waiting for the right moment to strike?

Glad that you're gone.
Smiling because of your abscense.
Her true happiness is untainted when you're not here.

You see her now and then.
And call yourself her mother.
But what mother causes her child such pain?

Just because she doesn't understand it.
Does not mean that it's not there.
No one here can replace the position which was supposed to be yours.

You made her.
You left her.
You gave her life.
You cause her greif.

None of these make you her mother.
Her Mom.
Her Mommy.

Her first steps.
Her beginner's words.
And you chose to miss them all.

To be with a monster.
To be with a murderer of souls and dreams.
Yet he named himself her father.

I wish to keep you both a secret to her.
But I know that is not right.
I can only try to stop her tears.
When she realizes that you chose to leave her.

As for now she sleeps.
In peace and out of fears reach.
Gently, softly, camly without you here.

About to trip on the road.
Fall through the cracks.
Your lies as thin as sheet ice.

They always break but you quickly form more.
Your heart of ice freezing the water of your life.
You live but go on to nowhere.

I hope you trust us to keep her from your path.
Out of harms way.
Far from hurtful arms.

These are only my thoughts.
No one else has seen this poem.
I aspire that you'll now understand this message.

But I know it will not.
You'll say it has but I'll know the truth.
I know that your soul is in melancholy.