What happened Did you lose the game Did I lose the game, for you What happened Did it all blow up in your face Maybe I should just come back later Because I know you don't really want me here Maybe now I can be a big girl, and say I love you But father you didn't say anything back So now I'm hating myself Because father you didn't know anything else So now I'm hating myself Because father you didn't lend me your help I just cried on your doorstep to someone else Because you made me hate, myself Did I do something wrong To make you not want to listen And now I'm feeling guilty Because you're my father and I'm your baby But fathers don't hurt their daughters And father you hurt me bad And now I'm hating myself Because father you didn't love anyone but yourself.
How very sad. There is a hint of subtle anger in the lines, almost as if behind the despair is a fighter trying to emerge and demand the love she must have had all along.
My favorite lines:
Maybe now I can be a big girl, and say I love you
But father you didn't say anything back
I don't think that I've ever felt so affected by your poetry before. This one is truly amazing. I honestly started to cry while reading this. I'm sorry for the pain you must have in your life, and the issues you've had to deal with. I feel like we all have some problem with our parents at some point in our life. And you have clearly been open about it. Ms.Zoe you are a beautiful, talented young lady. And don't let any one tell you other wise :)
--A friend
How very sad. There is a hint of subtle anger in the lines, almost as if behind the despair is a fighter trying to emerge and demand the love she must have had all along.
My favorite lines:
Maybe now I can be a big girl, and say I love you
But father you didn't say anything back
This is really good. I can definitely relate, but with my mother. Very well written. I can feel the sense of childlike abandonment while reading it. Nicely written.
This was...very true. I can relate. This is a beauitful peice of work Zoe. Your really good at showing emotions in a very un-obvious way. :] I loved this peice, but when do I not like your writing? XD
This is a write full of pain.
Though this write is pretty unhappy I look at it as a positive thing.
You took the conflicts with your father and turned it into great poetry.
I too have father troubles and it's really no fun.
Keep your head up.
The name is Oleksander Silas.
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I write but I also write through instruments.
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