There's a werewolf in my home,
And I'm her father.
My sweet daughter
Wears her heart on her sleeve
Everything she believes
Displayed for all to see.
She is obsessed with babies
And tea parties.
She always says she loves me
And how much like her daddy
She wants to be
Which I truly
Don't mind.
Her smile is sunshine,
Her laughter makes pain
Wash away
Like a warm summer rain
As she plays.
But then she disobeys,
And my command, in a blaze
Like the full moon's light,
Adds a craze
To her glowering sight.
And so begins the storm.
She begins to transform
Not conform
To my will.
The air grows still
As our angers collide,
Giving rise
To the monster inside,
Like Jekyll to Hyde.
I decide
That it's been too much
And I cry
"Enough!
I sit her down with hands at her sides,
Rebellion and fear blend in her eyes
And I realize
A response so polarized
Could only be devised
Through imitation.
My frustration
Melts away to humiliation,
As I see
Just how much like her daddy
She's come to be.
"I love you, and I'm sorry."
I pull her in close,
The monster now comatose
With a healthy dose
Of remorse.
A force
Subdued by one thing alone:
The love of the Father.
There's a werewolf in my home,
And it has a daughter.
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