1.

i wonder if daddy realizes
what i do when he's not there.
it's not that he's unintelligent,
or unobservant,
but he's absorbed with so much
that it wouldn't surprise me if one day
he forgot who i was.

it's not that i think i'm not important to him,
but there's just so much that goes on,
so much he has to deal with,
and i wonder if he knows how invisible
i am.

i don't do bad things when he's not home,
no parties, no drugs,
no.
no.
no.

part of me wants to make daddy proud,
and stay a perfect little girl,
but another side, a more dominant side
wants him to start realizing there is more
that is happening than what he sees.
i will be,

even if it means secrets and hiding,

the

perfect

daughter.