Daddy, can you love me?
You are yelling so loud.
Daddy, am i still your little Honeybee?
I'm sorry I can't make you proud.

I will work and forever try,
to hide the bruises and the scars.
Even though I'm strong, I still cry.
sometimes I wish you would join the stars.

I wish I was perfect
so you would not cause harm
so you would not destroy my respect
by hitting me with your arm.

Even though it was years ago,
the memories have not gone away.
You cannot possibly know
the pain that is here to stay.