curious

I didn't inherit anything from my parents;

although

they taught me to be everything they weren't.

I cannot trace any of my characteristics

and say "they are the reason I'm like this."

I don't know the shape or shade of their eyes

and they'll never know how their lies have made me wise.

This world will

spin you around,

let you down,

and pretend

they never heard your sound.

Being your friend is energy spent

as

I reach out for the love I've mistakingly sent.