Daddy’s Little Girl

They say she’s “Daddy’s Little Girl”.

Smile in public, cry in private.

She’ll light a cigarette while he cracks open another cold one.

Daddy’s fists pummel her as she weeps.

Daddy’s little girl better not make a peep, or he’ll cut her pretty little throat while she sleeps.

Bright eyes and bruised cheeks.

She’ll continue to smile though she feels weak.

A few stray tears she’ll shed, but everyone is too afraid to get in her head.

Daddy’s Little Girl is her facade, and though she plays the role well, her life is nothing but a living hell.