A little Girl,
Four years old,
hidden away,
from the rest of the world.
four years pass,
now she's eight,
hiding her food,
on a dinner plate.
a couple years more,
twelve years of age,
stuffed in an attic,
hidden away,
thinking she was problematic the more she aged.
Tears from her eyes,
bruises on her arms.
"Mama why'd you leave?
"Papa why'd you never learn?
"Leaving me here,
"while you go get drunk.
"nipping my feelings,
"With your words like scissors,
"Hurting my body,
"with your own two arms.
"I know you hurt,
"I know you cry.
"I know you don't realize,
"the years gone by.
"But I'm your daughter,
"your own 'baby girl',
"If you loved me like you used to,
"Then why prevail?
"Sometimes,
"It feels like you've forgotten me.
"And then you come up,
"and start killing me.
"Oh no,
"not literally,
"Just hit by hit,
"and word by word.
"Making me slowly waste away inside.
"I want you to know I forgive you,
"forgive and forget,
"isn't that what they always say?
"I still love you,
"though you continue killing me,
"A piece of me will hate you,
"But isn't that what you get?
"You make pearly skin break into bloom,
"blooming with purples, yellows, and blues,
"The unflawed canvas splattered with paint,
"the Innocence bubbling into pure hate.
"So papa, I have a question,
"The next time you're somber,
"ask yourself this,
"What have I done?
"How low have I sunk?
"To hurt my baby girl, when I get drunk.
"I know I lost my love,
"But to hurt my reminder?
"To ruin her innocence,
"And taint her with anger.
"What have I done?
"How low have I sunk?
"To hurt my baby girl, when I get drunk."
The little girl smiled sadly,
as she laid down at night,
closing her eyes,
as she fought down the fright.
"Sleep well daddy,
"You always do,
"Even as I,
"Remember her too."
Salty tears sparkled like diamonds,
as they trailed down a bloom,
Blue eyes closed,
as she fought back sobs,
not wanting her father to hear.