It must have hurt so bad,
to see him walk away.
You must have been so empty,
constantly thinking of that day.
What could you do? When you were only eight-years-old?
How could you stop him? Is that why you've become so cold?
For I see behind every insult, every slap that you extend.
You are hurting inside, you need a friend.
You hide behind your mocking shield,
never trusting anyone to come near.
You go on like nothing is wrong,
you never show anyone this fear.
But I know that you recall your memory,
as you become more bitter each day.
I know that you are still in pain,
from the day that daddy walked away.
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