Just because I hide things,
Doesn't mean I'm not honest.
I mean we're all just human,
And we all have our secrets.

I'm sorry if I hide things,
If I don't let you do what you want to.
I mean why should I?
When all my secrets are about you.

I'm fine, I say
My fingers crossed

No, really, I'll be
Okay
Truth is for weaklings, right?

Oh that scratch? I'm
Klutzy is all
A little lie is all
Y**eah, okay, maybe I'm not fine

I know you read my journal,
I see the hunger in your eyes,
At night, when Mom is working,
I hear your trembling sighs.

I say a silent prayer for you,
and push my ******* to the floor,
I pray you'll have the courage ,
to step in my room and close the door.

I'll pretend i'm sleeping soundly,
you'll drink in my youthful naked form
exposed and unprotected,
it's just the two of us...alone.

as if in gossamer mists of slumber,
i'll caress my hairless **** and moan.
Come a little closer Daddy,
Mother's not at home.

Shhhhhhhhh, pretend your not there,
standing by my bed,
your **** all hard and throbbing,
glistening pre-*** on its swollen head.

I'm watching you rub and stroke it,
your nuts are tight and filled with ***.
and now you see my eyes are watching,
see my cherub lips ...extended tongue.

I know you read my journal,
and I know you know I've known,
don't waste the precious moments,
when Mother's not at home.

I wanna be your daddy's girl
and let you touch me all the time,
anywhere you want to that makes me beg and whine
... to be your daddy's girl.

It's hot it's wet, it's hungry;
It's young and smooth and tight,
It's longing for my daddy's touch,
so wrong but  OOOOOhhh so right.

Please me, tease me, I'm such a ***** girl!
Spank me, lick me, **** me,
pound my throbbing pearl.
Touch me any way you want to,
take me to your bed,
tie me, try me, taste me
all desires will be fed..

Daddy, read my journal.
It's all here for you to see,
Your Princess has a hunger,
and you're my remedy.

It's something I wear,
"Is everything alright?" Yeah I'm fine, I swear.
Just put a smile on my face and make a joke..
"Yup, she's definitely ok!" everyone croaks
But no, they're wrong and don't realize,
The grin on my face is a frown in disguise.
I feel alone in this world, as if no one understands
That each person in my life makes many demands
"You can't please everyone", yeah thanks I got it
Try to be happy, here's my heart..take a shot at it.
Feeling better? "Not really" here, try again .

"What can I do?" You ask. What do I say? I wonder
I want to preach, create a storm, make it thunder..
Instead I reply with an I dont know, good luck..
Who knows, it might work
Like what I say means a ****

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands
Clap clap. Just complying to your commands.

Hey you, I know you’re trying to get away.
But please sit your *** down and just hear me say,
Have you been that kid that has no friends?
Just waking up waiting for the day to end?
Walking through the halls, head hanging low,
Going at a pace you consider too slow.

Stop for a second, and ask how he's been,
Now you can see the beginning of a grin.
You may not understand what you’ve just done.
But consider it a small war that you’ve just won,
He was tearing apart, but you might not see it.
“He wants to solve his own problems” you said “So be it.”
But maybe you can see that it’s not the case.
All he really wants, is to see a new face,
Someone who can outstretch a helping hand.

Now here’s the toughest question on today’s pop quiz:
Do you lend him your own or break one of his?

I think I'm torn between who I was and who I want to be.
Trapped in purgatory just behind the exit.
I'm stuck in a room with no windows, only doors, none of which I have the keys too.
Somedays I'm so close to getting through one of them. Maybe the key is hidden under a door mat in someone else's subconscious or maybe just beneath my feet.