I know You Don’t Understand Why

I know you don’t understand why,

Those nights spent listening to your father cry,

Dying for that money,

Slyly prying it from the hands of those blinded by familial love,

Than leaving as he fiended for that high of life he got before you even opened your eyes.

I know you don’t understand why,

All those days spent home,

As you play your games and talk with your surrogate mothers as

Those who birthed you smother you from their lives when no ones watching.

They don’t have time to spend on you.

So the two of you act out as you do

And I know you don’t understand why.

You look to me for answers,

In this cancerous cloud

Of cigarette smoke as you choke

And each time my heart broke because

I know you don’t understand why.

But neither do I.