The little girl in yellow bows

Photo by Senjuti Kundu on Unsplash

I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough
To be your perfect little girl
You told me every single day
That I was not fit to be on earth

I have the scars to tell my tale
Of all that you did to me
I grew in fear of who you were
You were killing me, you see

I often sit in aimless wonder
Of why you hated me so
I was just a little girl
With her hair in yellow bows

A memory came flooding in
Of a beating you made me take
You must have really hated me
As you wished me dead, for goodness' sake

You never told me sorry
As you were not good enough
I needed to feel wanted
Yet you couldn't even love