What Am I To You?
I guess I really am my fathers kid
A **** by heart
With my savage actions
And mindless sputum

What am I to you?
Certainly not the heavenly idea of a daughter
Or the respectable adult you wanted me to be
But just a disappointment and reason for your hostility

I'm your unwilling punching bag
Constantly beating me down to forget your insecurities
Thriving from the pain you cause
A waste container for your built up hatred

You love the feeling of being in control
Sicking your puppet on me
Rejoicing in the cries of terror and pain
Your cruelty is very becoming of you

What is your goal in all this?
Filling me with hatred for you
And keeping my mouth sewn shut so I can't release it
Are you waiting to see me explode?

You love making me angry
It gives you power and control
The power to destroy my life
And the control over my soul