My eyes and their hurtful lies
Showing me a familiar face
But I know this is one they never truly knew
And though from afar
These eyes of mine
Affixed to this face in my likeness I now see
As sure as the day is long
This face I see never desired to know me
And though you don’t see from where you stand
I speak to you aloud as if you can
You’re that carbon copy of a man
The original author of me
Who owns all my features
Your only job to do what she couldn’t
To enlighten and make this boy a man
But I no longer obsess with why you wouldn’t
Because now it’s too late
I’m already broken
As a child, instead of with you I sat hoping
And threw my ball against a loveless wall
While you were on the first train smokin’
You
So unwilling
And I
Your unworthy seed
Regrettably stamped with your miserable seal
You’ve been a regular collector of dust in my mind’s projector
And the primary reason I no longer feel
So now
As I see your disloyal smile
Wide as the Nile
Holding what I can only assume the hand of your replacement child
I convince myself to let go and live free
But this fever in my heart will make a troublesome fresh start
Just knowing
That should have been me
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