"I wanna be just like you someday" was a common phrase when I was young.
I won't lie, I said it many times myself.
I wanted to be smart like Dad.
I wanted to be independent like Mom.
I wanted to be inquisitive like my sister,
And popular like my brother.
And when I was eventually all those things, I said, "I actually am going to be just like you some day."
But when I said those words
I was oblivious to how much I really would be like them.
Aggressive like my father,
Manipulative like my mother.
An outcast like my sister, a canvas for blades like my brother.
And now, unlike when I was young, I sit here with full realization, tears running down my face, blood dripping from my wrists.
"I'm just like you," I say.
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Hiraeth
PoetryJust my thoughts I put down on paper, something easier to understand. Though some of them, might not be that understandable. Hiraeth- a homesickness for home to which you can not return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the...
