There is a man who some have said
was born with a silver spoon in his
mouth.

To this man I was born. In that moment
he held me with a love every father has
for their baby girl.

Little did I know at that moment those
dark eyes would haunt my dreams.

For years to come he would teach me to
ride a bike and hold my hand crossing
the street.

But behind closed doors he taught me
fear, manipulation and guilt.

As I grew up I lived in fear of the man
that gave me life because he had the
power to shatter the fragile life that beat
inside my little heart.

As time went by his sickness grew in his
shadowed heart. A sickness that slowly
made me die inside painfully piece by
piece.

With knees pressed to my chest I am
numb from the memories I am forced
to relive day after day.

Behind my smile and open eyes lies a
small girl tangled in fear and darkness.

With dainty hands outstretched to the
sky, I pray that I could fly away to a
place where he can't see me.

Every "I love you" that rolls off his lying
tongue makes the hate inside me grow.

The life of that little girl I once was went
up in angry flames and from the ashes I rise
to see the monster I call my father.

He slips away into the chaos he calls his
wonderful purpose driven life.

The same fear I've known for so long,
it almost feels like home, is shaken from
my shoulders like a crushing weight is lifted.

As he leaves my life he carries my hurt like a
badge of honor and leaves me breathlessly
wishing that those hateful eyes of deceit no
longer haunt me.

Form the destruction I rise strong and willful.
may he forever remain shackled by his sickness
unable to break that shattered baby girl.

To this man I was born with his name branded
on my skin. From this man I walk away and
never look back.