I dream...

Of nothing more than some-guy chasing meI do nothing but run I don’t go to the policeI think about going to the police but I’m too scaredHe will find me when he gets out of jail.He keeps saying that he is my fartherI yell back “MY FATHER”Do I believe him or go to the police?“YES, YOUR FATHER PLEASE STOP RUNNING AND LISENTEN TO ME” Those are the words he said to me “HOW DO I KNOW THAT YOU AREN’T LYING TO ME I HAVEN’T EVER SEEN MY FATHER BEFORE IN MY LIFE” I Yelled back to him.Why don’t I just go to the police? That is the question that I keep on asking myself.Something in my heart told me not to go to the police that he was really my father.