In The Wrong Arms Poem by krysten slater

cuz theirs an empty space where you should be, im left to figure it on my own. to figure out how a man show be and how he should act towards me. im left alone to figure out what unconditional love feels like. so i run from one set of wrong arms to the next, because you left no example to follow. no trace of you ever existing, no scent or proof to say i was daddys little girl. so again and again i run in to the wrong set of arms looking for the attention i crave. lookin for the love that only a father can give his child. lookin in the ams of the wrong and never really finding it. a deep need for the attention of a nonexisting man i never got to call daddy. so i look for him in every man i meet.