There are things I want to do
Things that can make a difference
But no one will give you the time
They just have no patience
I miss the person I want to be
The one that I have lost
I tried to be someone that I’m not
And now I'm paying the cost
I just wish that you would read this
And know how you make me feel
Because every time I talk to you
You don’t listen to my appeal
I’m just being a drama queen
Over exaggerating everything
Why can’t you just see this poem?
And see what I am battling
I feel that I’m on my own
With God the only one there
The only person I should really need
Is he the only one that cares?
The only problem is God can't hold you
When you’re scared or sad or lonely
There is no one there to hear the midnight cries
But hey its jess, yea only
You lie awake and wonder
Am I really that bad?
Why is it with everything I do?
I am making people mad?
I just wish you could see this poem
And then finally understand
What I feel is really…
That I want my daddy’s hand.
