Papa you don’t understand.
My girl is so sweet, so caring.
Its been so long since I’d last been bruised;
Her arms wrap around me and I forget I ever had been.
Shes nothing like you; never once have my lips swelled from anything besides a searing kiss.
She says she loves me and I know she means it.
My girl is kinder than you ever were;
I know that, I promise I do.
But when we’re in the car and shes not so sweet, I see you.
I hear you in the anger induced silence. I notice the way fists clench on the steering wheel; the same way yours did.
The sharp turns jostle me in more ways than one.
My girl makes me feel small.
She never means to; shes hard to read, but shes never been cruel.
Still, my stomach churns when I see frustration furrow her brow.
I feel myself shrinking, making myself smaller in hopes you wont find me.
I’ll break if I bruise again.
My girl never wanted to hurt me.
The doors stay unslammed, my skin is left untorn.
Instead she looks for me;
She makes herself small in my arms.
In a way you never could.
My girl is so sweet, so caring.
Papa you don’t understand.
Strangers Days 