Prodigy

I am the prodigy of a
Mentally deranged
Schizophrenic psychopath
I am the golden plaque on the wall
Of his world
On display for everyone to judge
He has rested his demons
Upon my shoulders like a great sword
See the beautiful insanity he has
Created
Like a priceless work of art
I am genetically inclined to self destruct
To turn everything I touch to ash
Sit idly by and snicker as it does so
Manipulation is my obsession
One of many
I will never truly understand
What real love is
For I have never been shown such a thing
He certainly never did
Nor have I ever loved myself
I am destined to fall in his footsteps
I come from a long bloodline of addicts and demons
I am doomed to become a Cliche
A mirrored image of my father.