On the outside looking in
Amongst beasts, you left me to contend.
A roving disembodied man.
An Identity I must pretend.

Was it your father that made you this?
Was he the monster under your bed?
Was it jealousy, I'm curious.
Your silent fury, there's no missing it.

I'm just a shell in hell now, dad.
Of all the memories that we never had.
Left to beg for broken affection.
No expression, just your stone cold resemblance.

Do you think about me at...