Notes and Disclaimers: Hotaru,
Professor Tomoe, and other characters don't belong to me, hence the name
"fanfic".
I'm Listening
Dear Diary,
I hate these
Fits,
And this body.
Can I ever
Escape
From my
Life?
Dear Diary,
Papa doesn't' seem to care
About
My illness.
No matter what I
Say,
He just pushes
Me away
And says,
"Don't bother me again,
I've got more
Important things to
Do.
You're not really
In pain,
It's all in your
Head."
Sometimes,
I wonder why
I
Stay.
Dear Diary,
I really want
To fly,
To kiss the sky,
To leave this awful
Shell
And body
Behind
For Papa to
Find.
He treats me like
I'm not there,
I swear
He doesn't care
About me,
And I'd just as
Soon change my
Name
To
"Nothing"
"Nobody"
"Shadow".
I never
See the sun.
Why,
Papa?
Dear Diary,
I just can't
Figure out
Why Papa has
Control over me
My feelings
My thoughts
Emotions.
I try
To talk to him,
To tell him how I feel
About his actions
And words
To me.
I tried to speak
I wanted to yell,
"I hate you,
Papa!
You don't
Even care for
Me!"
But then,
I couldn't.
Because I
Don't.
He does.
He used to love me
Used to
Maybe he still
Does
Maybe
And maybe he's got
His own side
To the story
That he hasn't told
Me, or I haven't
Bothered to listen
To.
Dear Papa,
By the time you
Read this,
I'll probably
Be at school
Already,
But I just wanted
To let
You know
That I know
You love me,
And did everything
You could to
Please me
But I was
Ungrateful
And unknowing
Unsatisfied
With the way things are
Now.
But Papa,
I love you,
For real
And if you'd like
To talk with me
About our lives,
School will be out
And I will be
Home
Soon,
So Papa, wait
For me,
And go ahead
And tell me.
I'm listening.
