Flashback nine years ago,
A little girl sitting in her driveway all alone,
Drawing pictures in the dirt,
Trying to ignore the hurt,
That her daddy forgot her again,
He was supposed to come pick her up,
But she guessed he just didn't want to see her again.
She's just too much effort, and not worth it all,
Because apparently it's her fault that they all don't live in one house,
And that her family isn't quite normal.

Flashback six years ago,
It's his wedding day and the daughter is alone.
Painted and wrapped in that stupid green dress,
It was her that made all the planning a mess.
She said she was sorry,
Thought it wasn't her fault,
But they had to go through so many complications to get her here today,
They said they didn't need that stress,
But said they were glad she was here,
But hardly anyone had even spoken to her yet.

Flashback three years ago,
Once again the fallen angel is alone.
Curled up in a corner in the dark,
Wanting to sob but to hardened to let the tears fall.
Only leaving her room to eat and for hygiene,
The stillness of the house is not disrupted by the soft footsteps of her
feet.
She glides down the hall like a forgotten ghost.
Passes their room,
Without a glance,
Apparently SNL is more interesting than her existence.
Mental dry tears roll down her ghostly cheeks,
When in this house it's almost like she cannot speak.
Nothing save a word or two,
Does nothing but sit, and clean their house to.

Father, how could you ignore me so?
How many times through all the years did you have a chance to wipe away the
tears?
Clean up the scrapes, fight away the fears?
No matter what age I would have welcomed your embrace,
Daddy, why won’t you even look at my face?

Feline companions were all I had in your house,
It's like I didn't even exist,
Just an empty room and some mist.
How many times did I leave the house at night?
I didn't even bother to sneak out.
Did you know once while you and the step mother were watching TV at three in
the morning,
I walked right out the front door,
Only one room away,
In clear view,
Did you know?
I bet you didn't know.

It's like your house was haunted, sometimes lights would turn on and showers
would run,
Cats would get fed and dishes would get done,
Yet no one was there,
At least no one you cared to see,
Since it was only the household servant girl, apparently, since you never
even thought to thank me?

Flashback five minutes ago,
Quick daddy I'm fading,
Please come help me!
I didn't mean to take the pills, the moment just got to me!
But now I'm in the hospital, and no one is there.
And come months later, the phone still hasn't rang, the mail box hasn't been
used,
All my e-mail has in it is spam.
Don't you love me at all?
I tried to fool myself you did even though all I did was get ignored.
But father now that I am gone all you do is think about me,
How does that make sense?
Were you really to blind to see, you horribly you were treating me?

Well I may be gone,
For who knows how long,
I thought for good but things don't always go the way they should,
My life and time with you are proof enough of that,
And even though I am so angry and bitter,
A part inside of me still remains,
The little girl in the driveway,
Waiting for my father to come and see me.

*I've had this written for a few good months now, but only recently have I
had enough guts to post it. I'd like to thank the person who helped me with
that.*
 
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