Latchkey

I guess you thought it would be fun to make your pain into
A game for someone. I guess
You didn't realize how hurt
And lies would color all our
Lives. What you did to, so
Residual, my yesterday. What
Will I do to my tomorrow?
Will I take on, for forsaken,
My father's ways and I could
Draw my own blood's blood? I
Sometimes lie awake at dawn,
Though wrong, love him now
He's dead and gone. The part
That loves him aches inside.
In deep it lies next to the
The scars I hide. I forgave
You when i gave you my wild
Eyed childhood. How ddo I
Fill my empty doors and frames? How do i get, born of

His spit, wise and mild? When
Did all the colors run grey?
My life is gray, when will I see day?