Why Must You Do These Things
She tries to control me with her words.
She gangs up on me when I try to reach out to him.
I will never have the relationship I want with him.
He is my blood.
He is the key to my fathers before me.
I carry his last name.
When I look into the mirror I see him looking back at me.
I have his eyes.
You may not want to have anything to do with him.
But why do I have to pay?
Why is it that you don’t want me to know him?
You bad mouth him to me.
You use me to see what he is doing.
I am your spying tool.
I don’t understand.
Why do you put me through these things?