Why does the actions of my father get to tell me who I am? Why do I feel the weight of his actions? Why do I, who has never lifted a heavy weight feel the burden of his responsibilities on my shoulders? Why has every interaction circled back to me? My back bends, twists and turns, It aches and it soars. Father, why must I feel your wounds so deep? Why shall I climb mountains so steep? You gave up everything for me, Yet, I feel everything to the same degree. What people say about you, Must be what applies to me? Because they say an apple doesn't fall far from it's tree. I hope to never fall, father.