12/05/2026
๐ ๐ช๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ง๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ด๐ต๐๐ฒ๐ฟ
I wish my father treated me like a stranger, rather than as his daughter.
You may think I am crazyโmy thoughts a little harder, a little farther.
But I am not; I swear this feeling only grows stronger.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So he would not rush me when Iโm just a little slower,
Would not turn small moments into something lesser,
Would not make me feel like time with meโs a burden to endure.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So he would hold the door instead of closing it faster,
Would wait a second moreโjust a little kinder,
Like people do for someone they donโt have to answer.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So he would say โexcuse meโ instead of brushing me harsher,
Not move past me like I am nothing but clutter,
Not treat my presence like it makes things harder.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So he would offer help when my arms grow heavier,
Would reach for me before I start to falter,
Not watch me struggle like I should know better.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So his words would come out softer, not sharper,
Not thrown like stones I silently gather,
Not echoes that stay long after.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So I wouldnโt hear his voice turn warm for another,
Wouldnโt see kindness flow like waterโ
Just not for me, just not for his daughter.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So I wouldnโt measure myself against others,
Wouldnโt wonder why I was made to feel smaller,
Why love seems easier when heโs not my father.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So his anger would feel lighter, not deeper,
Like a passing storm, not a lasting disaster,
Not something I carry long after.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So I wouldnโt ache watching him and my mother,
Learning what love isnโt from each other,
Piecing together what should have been stronger.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So I wouldnโt search his face for honor,
For pride, for warmthโfor anything brighter,
And find nothing there, just something dimmer.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So my name would not feel like a bother,
Not something heavy he hates to utter,
Not a sound that lingers like itโs unwanted forever.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So he wouldnโt look at me like a burden to harbor,
Like a story he wishes to alter,
Like a weight he never asked for.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So when I fall, I wonโt wait any longer,
For hands that never seem to gatherโ
Just air that lets me hit the floor harder.
I wish I were a stranger to my father,
So I can have the love, care, and respect
That I did not have as his daughter.
