Running With The Wind

Daddy’s Girl

Always trapped

I hid in my toy box
When I heard you call my name
The racing of my heart fills my ears

Oh Daddy
Yes, what ever you think is right must be truth;
I am wrong, I am the one who is messed up.
What ever I’ve done in my seven years of life has been terrible
And I must pay the consequences-

By your hands
Or by belt buckle
And constantly by your words

Alway trapped

Now I am ten and now no where to hide
I can only bury my feelings to survive.
Your hands all over me
Telling me I am good
And of all of the clothes you’ll buy me in return.

I scream inside “God help me-Daddy why!”
An agreement is broken forever:
The biggest breach of my trust

Always trapped

Now older I have grown used to the routine
And I have moved on with another man; many actually.
So I guess I still converse with you-
My self-worth is so little
I am forever tainted
By your words, your hands, your sick mind
So I remain that little girl hiding in my toy box
looking for protection, looking for love

I am trapped-
with you.