His Reflection
"You are just like your father."
These words ring in my head constantly,
Haunting me as I stare into the mirror.
I cannot bring myself to love the reflection I see—
The image of the man who excels only
At inflicting pain.
I ask myself: Am I bound to the same fate as him?
To hurt the ones I love? To drive everyone away
With my own foolish attitude?
I long for a world where I can look into that reflective glass surface
And say that I am just like my father with confidence,
Not with dread.
Copyright © Valentina Aleman | Year Posted 2025
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