Eyes of My Father

(ahhhh) I am my father’s daughter It’s just hard for me to

claim

He is making fun of me For feeling my mother’s pain

And maybe that's the joke I hurt her more than he did

When I look up dads online

Why don’t they look like mine

I don’t think you're proud like they are

And I didn’t know it mattered to me

But I know in a month I’ll leave

And things will start to look

different

I hate that I’m not that good of a writer And I

hate that I’m delusional

But it's all

I got

I need to believe I’m not scared of my job And that

I won’t mess up,

ruin my life

Cuz you’ll look at me with scary eyes

I hate those eyes

When I watch old videos of me as a baby

You looked over the moon,

you held me and my brother tightly

You were everything to me

And I can’t see where things did go wrong

When did I stop smiling cheekily

I hate those eyes... (mhmmm)