I will never be you,
Yet here I am with your fire.
The same fire that made me fear you.
The fire that made me hurt.
Here I am, saying things I'm not sure I mean.
Now, I wonder if this is how you feel.
Angry at yourself for your own lack of control.
Regretful for the words spoken soon after they are said.
Perhaps I can understand, sympathize even, with this.
Then again, I will never be you.
I am not too prideful to admit I was wrong, unlike you.
We have the same fire but I have learned from you.
Seen you.
So,
Thank you for teaching me what I don't want to be.
