I Call For Daddy

Because I am a stereo type of "she with daddy issues"
And daddy doesn't answer
Ive closed my eyes and imagined him answering
With an embrace tighter than my chest as I cry at night

Daddy could have saved me from insecurity
He could have rescued me from myself
Those times that I almost broke the mirror as a symbolic way to break myself

All I ever wanted to be called was daddy's little girl ...
Could have been the happy opposite of  "mommy's little nightmare"
And today would have been easier
It could have been easier for me to love ..
Could have been easier for me to trust
Could have been easier for me to trust love

But I'm scarred
And I am missing memories you and I never created ...
I am missing the image of my daddy that I've created
He is handsome
He is sweet
He is affectionate and he loves me unconditionally
And he calls me for each and every birthday .. and the day before to let me know he hasnt forgotten

And he slowly fades away in my sleep
And I awake to call for daddy again

He doesn't answer

Back to using my imagination.