I wan't to stay up late, My brother wants it too, Daddy seems so happy,(I'm scared now what will I do) Daddy's being nice, he just sat me on his knee, (Brother when his nice like this, his being mean to me)
I'm sitting on his lap,(I want to run away) (I want to scream and shout, but to who, What do I say?) Daddy's saying that he loves me,(am I wrong for feeling bad?, I don't know what to say or do, after all, he is our Dad)
He's sending you to bed now,( your tiered and mesmerised) (As you walk towards the door, do you not see my pleading eyes)
You have gone to bed now, it's only him and me, I know your feeling quite left out, Daddys girl is what you see. (Daddy please don't do that, Your holding way too tight) (somebody please help me, I'm scared and I just cant fight)
We are lying in the bedroom, the rest I can not say, but if I close my eyes for long enough I know I can fade away.
i just kinda thought that poetry stayed in that site, I wrote that when I was younger but never showed any one, It says a lot and I wasn't ready to say that much, kinda thing. not to the whole word. it,s my past I,ve dealt with it but seeing it out hear is frightining
DarkhorsemanGladstonia ... it's a strange, Queensland Australia1,304 posts
You probably won't get many people writing in respect to it. How can they? How can relate to your experience? It's not a lack of caring, just a "What can I say?" sort of thing.
I will say that the victim is manipulated into believing they are the instigator and therefore guilty. My youngest sister went through a similar experience, but not from my father. we all used to climb over Dad safely like he was a big teddy bear. And he was. You have no need to feel ashamed.
thanks don't know what to say, it's done now if nobody go's near it it will drift down the list and be gone. thanks for reading it and not saying to much. your a hun, I know what you are saying realy though I do, and I appreciate it. your prob right.... ah well nothing I can do now. it's there. it's a part of me and I suppose thats who I am....
oh god I don't mean it that way, I'm very proud of who I am, I'm a wonderful mum with a heart of gold, What I mean is after all that happened in my life, I did take it and turn it around, I think that all I,ve gone through and how I have coped is what has made me who I am to day, and I like who I am, just didn't realise I was posting it to the world, ah well done and dusted. no point in dwelling, I quite like the poem I wrote it while I was healing which is a positive thing,
DarkhorsemanGladstonia ... it's a strange, Queensland Australia1,304 posts
No definitely not saying, "your prob right...." It is more common than we ever knew. And in Australia if we even suspect that such a thing is happening we are duty bound by law to report it. Police investigate, we report so they can. In some cases it is just an appearance not a fact. It is our duty to protect the young.
can I just say, when I wrote it, and then seen it up there and in the forums, I was looking for DELEATE,ESCAPE,HELP, bang all the keys, chuck the bloody thing out the window go to bed and pretend that that didn't just happen,(haha} but fair play to you all, kind and considerete. I wrote it and its staying, I know its not just me, you are all very kind. this has been me in a moment of my lowest and I still like whoi I am.
not on the whole computer thing that long, genuinely thought stupidly, that the poets corner was the poets corner, your response was one of the reasons I genuinely would't put it out there, every one has an opinion, as you get to know me you will see that I'm a fuuny cow who very rarely delves into her lows, but I do understand where your coming from. I think. ps It had gone down in the list.
I guess I'm just too tired, but I didn't see anything in the poem but a story about your childhood...well, if you laid your feelings out it's more than most are willing to do,your a pretty woman and good luck on CS!
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Daddy seems so happy,(I'm scared now what will I do)
Daddy's being nice, he just sat me on his knee,
(Brother when his nice like this, his being mean to me)
I'm sitting on his lap,(I want to run away)
(I want to scream and shout, but to who, What do I say?)
Daddy's saying that he loves me,(am I wrong for feeling bad?, I don't know what to say or do, after all, he is our Dad)
He's sending you to bed now,( your tiered and mesmerised)
(As you walk towards the door, do you not see my pleading eyes)
You have gone to bed now, it's only him and me, I know your feeling quite left out, Daddys girl is what you see.
(Daddy please don't do that, Your holding way too tight)
(somebody please help me, I'm scared and I just cant fight)
We are lying in the bedroom, the rest I can not say, but if I close my eyes for long enough I know I can fade away.