Sharing Thoughts With My Teddybear

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Daddy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that he was mad;
'Cause he was yelling very loud,
And his yelling made me very sad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what he said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When he yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess he didn't hear me,
While my eyes became very blurry.

'Cause he hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me many names;
And told me I was really bad,
And that I couldn't play any more games.

When I said, "I love you, Daddy,"
I guess he didn't understand;
'Cause he yelled at me to shut my mouth
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
'Cause I really love my Daddy,
And I know he loves me, too.

And I don't think my Daddy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown-ups forget
How really big they are!

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way
To tell Daddy's everywhere.

To please try hard to understand,
How it makes us feel;
'Cause the outside pain soon goes away,
But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, My Teddybear!