I am to you homeless
But I dare not roam
I am to you a manifestation
Of the chaos honed

You would live my life 
And that is where I would be
But ‘though this face is mine
My life can not be
I look to where I have gone with no place to begin
I ask you to where I would go with no meaning in the end

I am a stalker you say
To a life that is not mine
Yet I am but a manifestation
Of the child you have denied

I am your sister, your brother, 
your daughters and your sons
But still I am not the child 
you prayed for so long would come

I have sworn to you that I am loved
But this heart you dare not see
I am the unwanted bud
Of the garden you painstakingly weed

So here I am alone 
In the corner you carefully built
To you I am lost
A manifestation of parental guilt
Running to the ends 
Lost to time
I can find no peace
Hidden inside

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