You held me in your arms.
The day I was first conceived,
From my first steps,
To the gifts received.
I thought I would make you proud,
Growing up, being so strong.
I guess that’s all different,
And I was so wrong.
No matter the disappointment,
Or the strife.
I’m sorry to say this,
But I’m a part of your life.
I just seems that for me,
Nothing I do is right.
All we do is wake up,
And from there we start a fight.
Freaking for no reason,
Screaming out, “What the heck!”
Why can’t you be proud of me?
Instead of think I’m a wreck.
Please daddy will you listen,
Just hear my call.
I’m really so sorry,
That I dropped the ball.
I’ll pick it up as soon as I can,
Right now isn’t the best time,
But I’ll find a way,
To make it all rhyme.
I’m trying so hard to be,
The daughter you want me to be.
Though I can’t fight what I can’t see,
Please, Dad, say you’re proud of me.
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Submission Name: The First Time
