Reflection of my Father

If I screamed,
Would he hear me?

He cannot see my pain,
But he smells my blood.

He tastes it in the air.

Like a shark,
It sends him into a pointless rage.

His teeth hurt just as bad.

I was born from his anger,
A reflection of his greatest fears.

His most secretive desires.

I am everything he couldnít be,
He cannot hide his jealously.

A delicious swirl of painful rage and sadness.

I feel pity for his hurt,

I always hit back.

His skin is thicker than mine,

My teeth are sharper.
Written by Nixprty
Author's Note
I am his reflection, we donít bleed the same.
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