Why do I have to know you?

I look in the mirror and see

Not merely my own reflection

But your face staring back at me.


Why do I have to care for you?

Countless times my heart has been broken

Your knifeblades of words cut me nearly as deep

As the thoughts that you leave unspoken.


Why do I have to believe you?

Why must my life consist

Of the promises broken and lies that you’ve told,

The scars that forever exist.


Why do I have to love you?

My feelings are coming undone.

Why, tell me why, must you be my father,

And why must I be your son?

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