Dad you were my best friend
I could tell you everything,
You used to listen,
used to talk.

What happened?
I can't tell you anything
you don't listen and
we only say a few words now.

Look I'm not a little girl
I have grown,
this is when
I need you the most.

Now, all I see is the door closed,
that ugly brown door where it is always locked,
Afraid to get yelled as if I knock
so you are left alone.

When you're playing games
afraid of interrupting to ask you something
as it is more important
so I left you alone.

Then, you wonder what's wrong.
I say nothing as afraid of saying samething wrong,
or you saying it's no big thing.
It is to me.

I'm doing this on my own,
I've grown to relize you are a shadow.

All is afraid
of doing everything wrong.

Dad, I hope
one day you relize
what's wrong.