Why do you do this to me?
I don’t understand.
When I was little and you forced me away from the best thing
You didn’t care if I was happy or not.
Now you are obsessed with wanting to make it easier for me.
You aren’t making it easier for me.
No, not at all.
You make me want to throw my tears away.
Your control dances around my neck,
Tightening every day.
Quiet yourself,
Go away.
I just don’t want you.
I miss my room,
The two windows that was shielded by trees;
Trees that were my best friend.
I’m tired.
Why did you make us move from there?
Because your selfish need to want more.
More and more.
And more.
More more more.
That’s all you say.
You always want more.
I want nothing from you,
No more of you.
Less less less of you.
Go away.
Daddy I don’t love you,
Not anymore I do.