I've tried to look beyond those steel rimmed glasses
Hoping to find a window to your soul
I've tried to breach the iron countenance
That you so religiously maintain
But I've failed time and again
I've tried to tell you how I feel
But you never ask me.

Why don't you ask me how I feel papa?
Are you aware of what crosses my mind
Or are you waiting for an obscure sign?
To help me out of this murky madness
That is life
Say something, papa!

Why don't you say something?
You talk a tad less I know
But there has to be something that could show
That you truly care.

I know you care about me papa
But your silent disposition
Gives me an ominous premonition
The way you choose- not words
But silence
To fill the oceans of emptiness between us.

And when at nightfall
The demons come dancing
From under the bed
I wrap the sheets around me
Tight with dread
Until my knuckles are drained of...