Insignificant and dependent as I was on my first day, I have followed your noble path only to be led astray. You failed to show the affection that I yearned, for far too long. So I have grown into my own and this is my swan song. I was once so brand new; I would hang on to your every word. The hostility has since faded, the resentment has since deterred. I prevented myself from falling further astray. And promised myself that solely you I would obey. You expected me to lie to you, as if this were a game. Even still, the slightest look from you is enough to put me to shame. I refuse to hide any longer; this is the person I have become. I cannot repent, to your wishes I will not succumb. I came to you with my secrets, my sorrows and my pain. I wanted you to listen, instead you regarded me with such disdain. I desired to fill you with pride in all the goals that I have achieved. Instead, I am filled with hunger, longing for a reprieve. I pray that soon you can look at me and proclaim. That I am the son that has brought you fortune and fame. I pray that you will realize all the harm that you have caused, all the damage you have done on my life indefinitely paused. I am merely a prisoner here, in your Alcatraz. I am the foul sounding notes, in your otherwise poignant jazz. I am your undoing, the child you most certainly regret. But most of all, I am a reminder of the pain you would much rather forget.