A Little Girl's Lullaby
I sit down in the chair and quietly weep
As you tell me that I don't mean a thing
You remind me of all my many flaws
But fail to mention you are the cause
I sit alone in my room desperate for the sound
For the words that I know, will never come out
I thrash and flail and scream and shout
But never once did you ease my doubt
No you made it worse, you twisted the knife
Deeper and deeper into my insides
Until I'm bleeding nothing but sorrow and grief
How could you do that? How could you do that to me?
In the end all I wanted was for you to say I love you
But in the end all I got was I wish I didn't have you
You abused me and used me and then left me
You took everything I loved and made it yours
The bruises and bumps never really go away
They only sink into my heart, and that's where they stay
I don't think I mean a thing
Not a single thing in the world
So that mom, is why I cringe, when you call me your little girl
poem by Jessie Lynn Paul
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