My eyes are filled with tears, my heart with pain, and my fists are clenched. What happend to daddy's little girl? I guess it was just a dream. As you yell at me and call me names I silently scream in my head. I can't take it. Why daddy, why must it be this way? Why can't we be happy all the time instead of some of the time? Yes, I know that sometimes I have an attitude but why do you have to yell? I am sorry daddy. I truly am...Now its your turn...oh, wait I forgot...your incapable of speaking those words. I forgive you everytime you call me stupid, or when you call me wierd. Just for being myself. But Daddy dearest the real question is...Do you forgive me? Or am I to wander the world without a dad who cares about my feeling, or cares period? The thought sadens me, and I cry.....daddy do you see my pain, my tears, or my heartache? ? ? Look closer daddy! It'snot hiding! It's spelled out right infront of you! If you opened your eyes daddy dearest, you would see life through my eyes and see the world for what it is. Then you would see and understand why I'm so called diffrent. I love you Dad...
Jessica Elizondo
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