I sit there in my basment And i wonder what i thought How could i not know? How could i not see it? I stare at his picture I look into his eyes He was so good at lying It was always kept from me My mother didnt tell me The terrible things he did He told me "Your my favorite" And i believed him He was my daddy My daddy didnt lie
I walk upstairs And i curl up in the corner I lay my bible in from of me And I begin to read I read and i cry Because now i am not blind I see through his lies I hear my mother speak About the things that he did I know it is truth I know of his abuse
I climb up to the second floor Im holding my baby girl I see my husband in front of me Kissing my 5 yr old daughter goodnight I smile at him and he smiles back I lay my baby in her crib She is finally asleep I take my husband's hand And we watch our daughters sleep
This is a facade. For those of you who dont know what a facade is, it is a poem of three stanzas, each pertaining to your life. First stanza is your past, the basement. Second stanza is your present, the first floor. And the last stanza is what you want your future to be, your second floor. I chose the title "Better" because i hope to be a better parent than my father.