An Open Letter

You know you're just like him?

But you would love to hear that, wouldn't you?

That could be

every excuse

you'd ever need.

You see, it was destiny.

Meant to be.

I was born to be just like daddy.

But he wasn't a saint

and neither are you.

He left us too soon,

but he left us with bruises

and empty parts

that could couldn't be filled

and never will.

He's gone now, too

just like you

Never around

for the day-to-day

I'm always

just in the way

With no say

Keep my mouth shut

And do as I'm told

I'm too old

to need to be scolded

I should know better

than to write this letter

You won't hear my words

anyway.