Hereditary

I try to suffice the unseen parts of me, the ones I try so hard to hide, to take apart, and rip away the nature, though it seeps deep in my dna, and time through time the cycle restarts, etching every moment, every breath that I try to do myself, is in the shadow of someone else, and every step that I take, is controlled not only by envy, but at the thought i am no better than the ones I share blood with, hence I look into a mirror, and staring back is a figment of my imagination, the person i've made myself, is only in the ignorance of turning out like somebody else, of having the dishonour and curse of being part of a family fueled by animosity, the same attributes, the same nose, the same eyes, the same mannerisms, no matter how hard I try to climb out of this hole and break the loop, who am I if not following in my parents footsteps? every step I have took leading to now has been guided by them anyhow, so its only fairplay, to pay them back for their care.