In many ways, I'm a lot like my father
I'm moody,
Sarcastic,
Hell, even sensitive at times.

I feel superior, though I know I'm far from it.
I laugh at others,
Since I don't lack book smarts.
I do well in school,
And can be bitchy a lot.
I make rude comments,
And like to hit, a lot.

I've been described as sadistic, mean, cruel, heartless...
So on,
And I find it hard to care for others...
And show it.

My friends stay in smal portions,
My close friends in smaller still.
I'm not good in relationships,
And I suppose abusive could come to mind.

I find it hard to be happy,
Many times
And it's hard to cry when I want to.
I know I'll get old fast,
I'm already showing the signs,
Though at the same time I'm immature.
Yeah, I get that a lot.

In many ways I'm a lot like my father,
Though in many ways I'm not.

I try not to hurt others,
Though at times I don't do so hot.
I'm not as sadistic,
Though I have my strands.

I guess on occasion I do care about people,
Although no one is around to find out
Like him I don't always show my emotions,
Though who truly ever does?

I'm a loner,
Like him still,
But I don't think either one enjoys it much.

I guess I'm more like him than I thought...
Or would like to be.

I'm like his mirror image,
Or female counter-part.

I'm a part of him,
Or he a part of me.
Regardless, we are one and the same.
A blessing, or a curse, I know not.