I am you.
You're my father by name and blood.
Blood does not signify that it's thicker than water.
You were never there in spirit and heart.
You have killed my spirit.
I am your reminder that you
married my mother out of duty.
You claimed you would let go
of your old habits.
Old habits die hard;
you are feeble in body and soul.
You cannot kill two birds with one stone,
at least not with the stones you have on hand.
By dawn, you are kind;
by dusk, you are
your poison.
365 days later,
you will forever be frozen in time.
You are still the same 21-year-old boy.
How will I mature in body and soul?
How come I am overcoming my shortcomings?
You are stuck in a loop.
You were my father once upon a time,
now I see you in my adult form.
You are flawed and a sore to the naked eye.
I share your blood, but you made it clear
I am not your daughter.
You want me to be like my mother.
I am not your mother or wife.
You know what I am to you, but you see the
thorn I am to you as you are to me.
You expect me to be forgiving
as my mother is to you.
You do not have a successful marriage,
You thrive on your delusions,
my mother will forever place a band-aid
on our broken establishment.
I am your reflection.
You are the first man to disappoint me,
but you will not be the last.
I am not as forgiving as my
mother or grandmother is to you.
You cannot blame me for your consequences;
you married her of your own free will.
You fear your reflection as I continue
to become my person.
You fear I will not be easily influenced.
I am you.