They’ve said I am your reflection,

Ever since I was a child.

Strangers stop me in public,

And say I’m yours no doubt!

Mama said I have your figure,

From my head down to my toes.

I am your child this is a fact,

that everybody knows.

When I was young and still naïve,

This was an honor of greatest pride.

I beamed with joy when people saw you,

when they looked into my eyes.

I’d say “yup that’s my dad,

I am his child indeed!”

So proud to be a part of you,

Unknowing of what it truly means.

As time grew up, so did I

And with that came great awareness.

I saw the things that others saw,

In absolute clearness.

The superhero I once saw in you,

the daddy of my dreams,

Was replaced with my worst nightmare,

And the reason for my screams.

You’ve done so much evil,

The reason for so much pain.

I’m ashamed to be a part of you,

And associated with your name.

But I’m forced to wear your face,

One that all recollects.

A daily reminder of what’s to come,

If I follow in your steps.

I used to love being your reflection,

And for that, I pay in mine.

For in my mirror I see you.

I was made in your design.

I wear a monster’s face,

That’s unable to be removed.

So every day I have to remind myself,

That I will never be you!