It's not a self evident truth
I know that's what you always believed but
Your influence on me is not physically there
Still your claws leave their imprints
Somewhere in my soul my memory
A puff of smoke a faded picture
The burden of being the first born
You never wanted to let me go
Even though you're not here any more
I'm still left to analyse everything I do
Is it you coming out in me
How can I ever be certain
I know there must be something of you in me
I lie awake at night and think
Did you speak through me today
Are you controlling me from beyond the grave
Like I'm a conduit for your vicious bile
Has this been me today or have I been
A product of my dysfunctional genes