I have a name of a man who didn't care
I have his blood too, as does three others
But only one is the same as me
The man didn't care and still doesn't
I wish I didn't either

I carry his name alone in a family that's different
I stand alone with this burden
Wishing desperately to release it
To forget isn't easy without forgiving
And I can't forgive
Being abandoned for eight years plenty
Being unclaimed by this careless man
Being blamed for lacking effort to call this man my blood
Being a child born to a careless man

Once I was offered to change my name
But was confused when interrogated about it
I was young yet and pressured into keeping my name
I could have joined my new family
But I unknowingly chained myself to the careless man

I am his child
He is my father
Yet there is only anger and confusion
Something I desire to release

I only wanted to know one thing.

"Where were you?"