I can’t believe he wants me dead
I can’t believe I mean nothing to him
Because I’m a daughter
And not a son……
A son of which are five not born by his wife
But by the women he preached to on Sundays
And laid with on FUNdays…..
I have to know why
I need to know why
Why as the child and he is the father
Why does he hate me so?
I have to confront him
I need to see his eyes
I need to have him speak
I need to hear is lies