This Creation

You told me he was ours,
and of our own creation.

But now I know the truth,
that we have no relation.

I thought when you were going out,
that you were just out shopping.
But you were at his house.
that's really where you were stopping.

Now you tell me that he is mine,
when I know it isn't true.
My eyes and yours are the darkest browns,
his eyes the darkest blue.
I know I really should hate that kid and you,
for all that you have done.
But I can't really help myself,
from calling him my son.