Daddy's
Doll
The frigerator is
full of
beer,
And the couch is
full of
crumbs.
I go to bed and
in my head,
I just know he's
going to
come.
For my dear
old Dad, has made
me sad,
By playing house
with me,
And you can bet,
I can't
forget,
All the things
he's done
to me.
For he's
robbed me of my purity,
And he's stripped
me of my
pride,
He took from me
my virginity,
And he ruined me
inside.
It makes no
sense my innocence,
Was forced to
take a tragic
fall.
I don't know why
but I know
that I,
Have become my
Daddy's Doll.
I'm so
confused for I've been
abused,
And I don't think
he will
stop.
It sounds absurd
but If I
say a word,
I know I'll get a
pop.
And I'll have
to lie about
my eye,
When it is black
and blue.
I slipped and
fell, I hurt
like hell,
But what am I to
do?
It will do
more harm if I
tell my Mom,
Because she'll
think it's
a lie.
And for a fact,
she'll tell
me that,
"Daddy's not that
type of
guy".
And because
I'm young, I bite
my tongue,
And my tears
begin to fall.
I wonder why I
have to cry,
And be my Daddy'
Doll.
Author:
Ronald Doe ©



