Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy’s Little Girl

The rings of smoke puff into the air with too much ease
The thick clouds are finally parting to reveal the mistake she thought she was
The reflection she saw was empty
The tattoos used to cover the holes that leaked away all her emotions
Her marred skin revealing her past
Of numerous times when Daddy’s friends would come over
Daddy’s little girl was more like Daddy’s little toy
She was his puppet, him the puppet master