Pounding on the glass, praying you would come back

They say when a father leaves a mother they aren’t leaving the children

They are only divorcing

But you left me

You left us all

Tear stained face and thousands of miles between us

A call on my birthday

And a once a year visit

Tried buying my love but it didn’t work

Because I already loved you

I was daddy’s little girl

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Kept my mouth quiet and stayed in line

But on the inside I was dying

I wondered why

And your answer,

Get over it.

My mother always said fake it till you make it

And that’s what I have done

I faked getting over it

I faked being happy

All my fond memories

are jaded because I will never truly know if I was happy or if I was faking it