Looking back

I look back at how you stared at me like i meant so much. I see the silly little games you would play just to see me laugh. I look back and wish what I saw was what it really appeared to be, but it wasn't; I was wrong... you made me a fool. It seems as if I just keep looking deeper, I'll find what I thought was always there. How can I try to see good in you when you continue to portray what is bad? Those little things dont seem so great anymore, but they were all i have ever known. To a little girl, those moments mean the world. How could you steal them out from underneath her when she least expects it? I wish I knew what it meant to have a real father that loved me just like I had imagined... but you've taken that away from me.