Your eyes are stern

For good reason

I am standing in the door frame

Blocking you from entrance

 

Do not want you to see beyond

Into the room

That bares my soul

 

Allowing you entrance

You would see it all

The messy bed

The stack of books I have not read

The various scraps of packaging that litter my carpeting

 

I recognize my room is an active disaster zone

Waiting patiently to be quarantined

 

By keeping you out I create a barrier

 

One you can refuse to recognize if you want

But you don't because maybe there is some truth to what I am hiding

 

Not a valid truth

An understood truth

I am fourteen after all

 

History is repeating itself

Which is what scares you

 

I am not you, though

I am half of you

Half of my father

Those two distinct halves

Joining together to form a whole unique person

 

Genes do not lie

Familiarity is expected

Wanting to distance yourself from my spin off reflection

Makes sense

But you still have to be willing to recognize that I am a person

A labyrinth of emotions