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Living in Your Shadow
Living in your shadow, with the guilt of what you did
Everyday I battle, suffering from your sins
I pray for the day when someone walks up to me, and says:
“How do you do,” and not “You look like my friend”
Since the day I was born, I have always been told
I look just like you, just a little less old
Do you want to know how that makes me feel?
Like a monster, a clone, wishing I was not real
I’ve got your sad eyes, so void of any emotion
Except yours are sick-green; mine the color of the ocean
A ghost of you, when I gaze into my reflection
The hardships of my life; another one of your “lessons”
I dread the words, “You’re just like him,”
Only by our blood, are we kin
The difference between us, is I’ll learn from your mistakes
And unlike you, I don’t find life as something to waste
You had the smarts to succeed, but now it is too late
And with your last name, I’ll achieve something great
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This poem is more parts therapy, than it is a professional piece. I wrote it to express my emotions pertaining to my father, who is serving a sentence just under two-hundred years in prison. My whole life, people have always recognized me as “Mario’s boy.” I couldn’t walk down the street without a friend of his saying I looked just like him. He is an awful person, which is why my heart shatters every time someone tells me that I’m “just like him,” such as my own mother. One of the differences between him and I, is that I do not think it is “unmanly” to express my feelings, and vent healthily in the form of writing this poem.