During my life I learned
I cannot always get what I want
And I am not your little girl
I know I get you mad
You know you make me sad
So why do you still do it
Answer me father do you enjoy it
Getting me mad and making me sad
I cannot go through this
I might as well give up
You have changed over the years so have I
I am not the little girl you once had
And you are not the man I once knew
Now I know I never had a real dad
Daddies do not lie
Daddies do not swear
Daddies tell you they will always be there
My daddy made promises
My daddy broke them too
So, this is for my “dad”
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