They say I resemble him, they say it with fear in their eyes, and regret built on their tongues.
I would be scared too, he was a monster, and I don't ever want to be compared to him.
But as I look at myself in the mirror he smashed the exact day he happened to be sentenced to prison, I think, i do resemble him.
Free, yet wild, and somehow trapped in the same zoo he was most likely trying to escape.
I start to wander around his house filled with beer bottles and cigarette buds sprawled out on every countertop, and I start to question my very existence.
It's obvious I am going to end up like him, the signs are already revealing themselves, leaving scars on my already-broken soul, leaving them out in the open for the world to discover.
As I look around at the broken tv and shattered windows, all I could think is,
what the hell happened to us?
A/N I'm not okay
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°Clouded Minds°
Poetry°and there's nothing more that kills you slowly and painfully than your own mind° copyright: all rights reserved
