A child at a table sat lonely and sad,
Wondering why she was so clearly bad.

Her parents were fighting that same old good fight.
She knew it would last deep into the night.

She ate just a little, then ran off to bed.
Not wanting to hear as the bad words said.

She grabbed her teddy, so soft and so white.

"Let's make up a story to make the world right
The one where the princess is really so pretty.
The one where the King is funny and witty.
The one where the Queen is all dressed in silk.
The one where the children never spill milk."

The screaming gets louder, she covers her ears.
She pulls up the blankie to hide all her fears.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I know I'm no good.
I'll try to be better, like little girls should."

Outside her bedroom the ranting goes on.
She knew she had always been ugly and wrong.

"You've pampered that child. You need to do better.
She's ten years old. She's still a bed wetter."

"You get mad over nothing, you scare her to death.
You think your so special. Just take a deep breath"

"My Dad knew the way to make me be strong.
The belt worked for me, I know I'm not Wrong."

"You won't touch my child, You will not raise your hand.
That is no way to prove you are a man .

"Your child is my child. So I have a right."

"NOT to berate her and scare her each Night."

She moves to the closet to hide deep inside
She covers her head with her blankie and hides

Sleep finally comes and she closes her eyes
Morning comes swiftly, a new day arrives

"Time to get up, little angel of mine.
You must go to school. You must be on time."

She runs from the closet. Her blankie is wet.
She jumps in the shower and tries to forget.

"I'll clean the closet. and wash all the clothes.
I will make sure that no one else knows."

"I still wet the bed when I'm deep in my dreams.
Escaping the world in my fantasy schemes."

Where Kings love their daughters and Queens dressed in silk
Never get angry when I spill my milk. "