I really want to know,
the other half of me.
The side of which unknown,
who I'm meant to be.

The man you left before,
over 16 years ago.
The man that I wish,
to truely come to know.

There is a side of me,
I do not know.
It's dark and cloudy,
made 16 years ago.

Without this other man,
I will never come to know.
The other side of me,
that can not ever show.

My brown eyes and hair,
I know I got from you.
But my body and my nose,
look nothing like yours do.

Attributes about me,
some do not make sense.
Why is he not here?
who put up that fence?

I only wish to find out,
who brought me to the world.
The man who helped create,
this beautiful little girl.

I'm not so little now,
I'm about to turn 16.
Can you imagine how he'll feel?
how he's missed out on me?

Does he even know I'm here?
does he know that I exist?
If he did, I wonder,
if my smile he did miss.

I want to know the man,
who made half of me.
Who he was and is,
who I'm meant to be.