portrait of me

dad

I  

never  

waned  

to be like  

you. In fact  

swore not to.  

Distant years spent  

pitying or  

laughing at it.  

Defense tactics.  

Passionate anger  

increases with age  

mood swings to stranger  that won’t harness rage.  Uncanny likeness,  

Will I push everyone  away? Living alone  exiled with mom one day.  The fate of a recluse,  society has no  

use. Cycles of abuse.

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