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.