Little girl

These strange phone calls are starting to disturb my sleep. Phone calls to this ugly duckling nobody wanted to keep. The top of my forehead is covered in sweat. I can’t sleep through the night I wake up in regrets.

Dear stranger why did you allow time to deceive you. Would you recognize my face or should I give you a clue. Besides your empty words and forced conversations. The way your pitch less voice vibrated added to the frustration.

Flashes of a little girl in the dark room. Assembling an act together and hiding inside the costume. Little girl your father could not comprehend. The tears on your pillows were because of him.

I’ve been accustomed to closed door and back turns. Your face turned into the mysterious character I have yet to learn. I can’t deny the appearance may resemble. But you looked into my pure eyes and showed me nothing but evil.

Perhaps you were trying to avoid the tolls and took wrong way. I remember sitting inside your car begging you to stay. Maybe your long term memory could only recall short pieces of the story. Seems like small words of love affected your respiratory.

Small words you only dared to read inside your novels. Walking around with your emotions stuffed up inside bottles. Did you find the answers you were looking for. Or would need more time to explore.

These strange phone calls have suddenly ceased. Because the hate in my heart has been released. Little girl your father was afraid of you. Because being a father was something he didn’t learn how to do