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Saturday, December 3, 2011

You Don't Really Love Me

You left when I was only two,
Daddy had no idea what to do.
You never turned to say bye,
If you had, you would have seen Daddy cry.

I forgot all about you as I grew,
And Daddy mentioned you few and few.
I went to school and became distressed,
The first day I came home a mess.

Being when you left I was small,
I couldn't remember you at all.
I thought that I just didn't have a Mommy,
Until a new kid saw me.

She asked about my Daddy,
I said he was nice.
She asked about my Mommy,
And I froze like a vice.

I then asked, "What's a Mommy?",
And she let out a laugh.
"A Mommy is a person that loves you,
And makes you take a bath."

I told her I didn't have one,
She looked at me sad.
"Of course you have one silly!
She's the girl version of Dad!"

I stared at her for quite a while,
But couldn't get myself to smile.
A few tears slid down my face,
"Wait! Don't cry! Why don't we have a race!"
I shook my head and walked away,
And I will always remember that day.

The day I felt my most crummy,
Is the day I realized my Mommy didn't love me.
For if she did, she would have stayed.
Each day I always prayed.

She would quit her cheating,
And cut back on the beers.
I wanted her close,
As I looked at my peers.

I wanted my Mommy back,
Even if she didn't love me.
I wanted my Mommy right then,
Just so she could hug me.
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