Poems - Creativity in Words

I think about you so much,
so many times I wish you were here.
Wanting you to give me wise words,
so I can let go of my fear.

I hear the others talking,
losing my own, is what I see.
Back into my shelf,
I don’t want to be me.

I want to be your ‘little girl’,
to hear you say my name.
Wanting to show you everything,
or to see what I became.

I want to be happy with who we are and what we have,
but it doesn’t matter anymore.
I learned to be silent about things,
now I’m disliked therefor.

I guess I’m terrible,
sometimes I hate myself for all I do.
But I know you will stand behind me,
dad, I really do miss you!