Hey Dad,
why am I always the one being left behind?
why am I the one who is always excluded?
maybe I'm just fucking deluded?

I am your tainted flesh and blood
the one you pounded your morality into,
driving home point after point,
like nails crucified into my head

Now you are in your twilight years
the uncertainty of death
is your greatest fear?
not wondering if your second son is queer

Having the inane ability
to separate my sense of self,
without screaming foul!
or uttering cries for help

Here I thought you'd be proud of me
celebrating my individualism
enjoying my boundless creativity,
not purposely turning a blind eye to family

Playing favorites, as if I were nothing more
than some carved piece on a chess board
I was hoping we'd draw a line
and meet halfway, before we're both out of time

Hey Dad,
I'm finding all this behavior rather sad
making false promises to me,
I'm trying to hold on to my dignity

After all,
you are my father
so why are you constructing a wall
to push me away farther?

mathiasthom
written 1/6/10