I know you don`t want to lose your little girl,
But I have grown up, Daddy!
I am no longer a child
And I celebrated with a drink.
Maybe one too many,
But I felt that a new life lay ahead!
You got very angry with me,
Shouting, hurting my wrists.
I fell on the floor,
Weeping endlessly,
Sobbing hysterically.
At last the drink made me fall asleep.
So this morning
I put on my tights
And my high heeled shoes,
My very short skirt
With daring low-cup top
And lots of make-up.
I closed the door
On my room,
Leaving behind
The “me“ of my childhood
For ever,
And the room was crying for me.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Erika Seetzen-Woods.
Published on e-Stories.org on 29.04.2004.
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