I didn't make you dropp the beer
But go ahead, hit me again
I didn't make you have me; a horrible daughter
But go ahead, hit me again
I didn't mean to fall down the stairs when you pushed me
But go ahead, hit me again
Yes, Teacher, it was an accident
She doesn't know. But go ahead, hit me again
I didn't make the teacher ask about life at home.
But go ahead, hit me again.
I'm sorry I can't be the daughter you want
I'm sorry you sit and do nothing everyday
I'm sorry I lose weight because you won't let me eat; the teacher is worried.
I'm sorry I love you, Dad
Even though you don't act like one
Are a Dad.
And I love you
.....this is real... i'm sorry: -(ur poems..the situation.. bring tears..: -(
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
only the love of a daughter could turn this sad tale into one of hope for the rest..iip