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?