You Could've Been A Daddy

Do you remember that?
Those days when you stepped on me like a dirty mat!
You treated me like an object.
Don't you know that when you take your anger out on me that it's not correct?
When you have a punching bag, a pillow, or a wall.. But it's my face that you select?!
Don't you know that it's not just my physical health that you affect?
What did you suspect?!
That my emotions are important, that I wouldn't be traumatized, that I wouldn't be terrified
Of you?
But you knew!
That I was carrying your child, but you still chose to
Take your anger out on my gut, beat me and make me cry, killed our child while it grew,
Inside me
A part of me grew with a part of you
A baby, inside of me
If you knew how to calm down and just take a breather,
You could've been a daddy
But you chose to be angry
Screaming and yelling, taking my face in between your hands, and looking into my eyes that were clearly glossy
From all the tears that you gave me; from all the physical and emotional pain that you gave me
You gave in to the rage
From all the anger, and streaa that you couldn't wage
It all just came shooting out on me
If you learned to just hold it in
You could've been a daddy