Daddy don't leave, Momma I love you...

Why? Why... WHY! Back to adolescence... Unanswered questions morph into immature interpretations and assumptions.. Which matures into adult child(ishness)... Saturated ignorance, backed by lingering pain.... All attempts at love are slain... Never knowing where the root lies, or lied... Cause what you tell yourself just may be a lie... Or falsification of the reality of what's the real issue... You react the same no matter the venue... Now you're a stereotype, a statistic, a perpetual representation of what they always said you'd be... Roots, apples, and trees... Where'd you fall? Far? Still looking for answers... Cause those "I love you's" "I'm proud's", even the hugs and kisses... Are still missed... But that child is only a child once... So then the pain doesn't go any further, just deeper...  FFT...