"A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ."
-John Steinbeck
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Help me Daddy
Daddy, Daddy, help me.
I was still alone and lonely;
They still didn’t play with me;
Instead they laughed at my agony;
Whenever I was being tripped by somebody;
I didn’t see it daddy, I was not aware;
The way I walk, they all stared;
My hip daddy, It hurts, I swear.
I washed the wound in the restroom;
No one was there, but not too soon;
The mark was clear, the cause of my agony;
Is it true daddy? Am I really ugly?
A girl saw me and smiled at me;
She picked up a bottle from her bag;
She said it’ll heal the wound that’s bad;
And I let her daddy and I hope I did not.
YOU ARE READING
Daddy
Poetry"Daddy, daddy, Help me." How does being helpless feel? no one could hear you, no one cares, no one dares. I wrote this poem according to the article I read that morning. what does being Father-less feel, having a mother but never seem to care, hav...
