Falling From Father
I will never be like him.
He will never win.
I don’t drink or get addicted.
I won’t be what everyone predicted.
I am my father’s adversary.
The one with a scar I carry.
I am his nemesis.
The one he beats down with his fist.
We both have the same blood.
We both have been drag to the mud.
I am falling from my father.
Further and further I get because I can’t get far enough away from my father.
I am falling from father.
I am not my father.
My choices I make are for me.
I am me.
Copyright © Jeanette Huston | Year Posted 2005
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