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A Small Child This tragedy of life, A small child torn and hurt, Her innocence taken away. So violent was his rage, So angry the pain... What's going on? What did I do? Why is he hurting me so, tearing me, The Pain- I try to scream and nothing is heard. Why is he so angry with me? What did I do to deserve this punishment.... He's gone now, I lie here bleeding and hurt. I'm crying, but don't know why? Nothing's happened, not really. I must have awaken from a bad dream, I lie whivering, clutching my; pillow, Finally, crying myself to sleep. It wasn't real, Just an evil nightmear, The first of many I'm soon to know. It couldn't have really happened, So it doesn't matter how I feel... Or does it?
DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL I was Daddy's little girl He always said to me Especially when Mommy was at work And he sat me on his knee. "You are Daddy's little girl," The words echo in my head His hands moved swiftly And I thought of other things instead. "This is between us, Mommy doesn't need to know, You are Daddy's little girl And I love you so." 'But Daddy..that hurts'... "It's okay.." he would say, "I wouldn't hurt my little girl Let me show you how to play." A kiss on the cheek His hand moving THERE, "STOP moving away"...he would yell There was no one to interfere. Years went by and Mommy didn't know, And she would wonder why Her little girl became quiet, so he would say, "Don't worry, she's growing up"..and look me in the eye. His words enforced "Don't tell Mommy It's a secret only for us You are special only for me." "She doesn't love you Like I do..." So I began to believe His words to be true. The years passed by, At times they dragged on He stopped his 'games' And I couldn't wait to be gone. His drinking became worse, And I met a guy who was nice. I thought I could find A place called paradise. So the wedding was planned And I watched the days unfurl, It was then I had to dance with HIM, The song was, "Daddy's Little Girl."
DEAR TEDDY Teddy, I've been bad again, My Mommy told me so; I'm not quiet sure what I did wrong. But I thought that you might know. When I woke up this morning, I knew that she was mad; Cause she was crying awful hard, And yelling at my dad. I tried my best to be real good, And do just what she said; I cleaned my room all by myself, I even made my bed. But I spilled milk on my good shirt, When she yelled at me to hurry; And I guess she didn't hear me, When I told her I was sorry. Cause she hit me awful hard, you see, And called me funny names; And told me I was really bad, And I should be ashamed! When I said,"I love you, Mommy," I guess she didn't understand; Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth. Or I'd get smacked again. So, I came up here to talk to you, Please tell me what to do; Cause I really love my Mommy, And I know she loves me, too. And I don't think my Mommy means, To hit me quite so hard; I guess sometimes, grown-ups forget. How big they really are! So Teddy, I wish you were real, And you weren't just a bear; Then you could help me find a way. To tell Mommies everywhere. To please try hard to understand. How sad it makes us feel; Cause the outside pain soon goes away, But the inside never heals! And if we could make them listen, Maybe then they'd understand; So other children just like me, Wouldn't have to hurt again. But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight, And pretend the pain's not there; I know you 'd never hurt me, I love you......So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!
I Don't Need You I once was a hypochondriac A different illness here and there My head, my chest, my leg, my back I desperately needed you to care It didn't matter what it was I just wanted you to see That everything I had because I wanted you to care for me I believe now it was all psychologically But I felt it none the less I presumed that rather magically That your feelings you would reassess I hoped that you would realise That I needed your love and time Not your frequent looks of despise Like it was I that had committed some crime Today I no longer care about you My illnesses have disappeared Now what is important is what I do Living a life I no longer fear You can continue in your denial But I think you will agree From God there is no reprisal And in the end, it is he you will see
