The General's Daughter Poem by Odd One

He sits there,
watching the others.
But not me.
I'm always the odd ball.
Never wanted or needed,
I could be replaced with a cactus
and he may never notice.
My father, the general,
always busy, never noticing what I do,
or say, acting as if I'm invisible.

But the general has a secret.
He loves my brothers. All younger
than me, all saying they want to
join the military and be just like daddy.
He loves them, hugs them, plays with them,
and takes them to do things I've never done.
Fishing trips, office trips, the works.
Should I ask to come along, the answer is always the same:
'Sorry girly, this is man's work.'
And then they all laugh.

Its not like my mom cares.
She's always either drunk or
kissing up to daddy.
She acts like I can't do anything, but I do.
I clean, I cook, I sweep, I take care of everthing.
I am dead, not just to her, but to everyone.

I have no one I could talk to.
I have no friends.
I have no release.
I have nothing.
Teachers all think I'm stupid.
Adults think I'm non-existant.
People don't like the general's daughter.