Why he lied,
why he didn't want me,
why he didn't love me,
to see me grow up
into the person I am today,
to be a father to me,
Longing for answers,
was he not ready,
to immature, not willing to grow up
and take apart of what
he helped create.
Wanting to find him
and wonder if his contact information
is right or wrong,
to ask him all the questions
that are buring deep
into my mind longing for
the aswers
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yes, it is hard to live in the world of questions. we only need time for answers, but sometimes we cant wait another minute. great poem. its good to write out your emotions, feeling. hang in there.