Daddy issues

Staring at an empty chair...
Wishing he were sitting there.
Maybe he would understand...
Maybe he could ease my pain...
I think maybe oh just maybe...
Because he's the one that made me.
I'm his little girl,
That he's never even known.
I'm his little girl and now I'm 24 years old.
24 birthdays,
24 Christmases...
No hugs reflecting compassion,
no memories nor any pictures
That's right,
The life I've always wanted,
is just an illustration in my mind.
But its not vivid...
Like watercolors...
Or large pixilated images...
I can't see it...
Partially blind...
And it just...
Has left me incomplete...
I'm a puzzle missing a piece...
I'm a sinner without Jesus...
I'm a church with no preachers...
I'm a school missing its teachers...
Because I miss you...
but you don't know me...
So stranger danger
Blow the whistle
While I vent about Daddy Issues.