She Walks Like Me

She walks the way I walk, With purpose and reverence. She laughs the way I laugh, With purpose and openness. I can't believe she is a part of me, half of me, most of me. She loves the way I love, With caution and skepticism. She fears the way I fear, With the realization of a hurtful world. I don't want her to know, She doesn't need to know, That living hurts, living tortures, living cures. She acts the way I act, Lying to get attention from me. She thinks the way I think, If i do this, I will get my way. I am afraid because she is My daughter, who is so young, yet so old. Her soul ages with me, ages with her, ages with him. Who is she? She is me, and I am her.