yes,
i am often told
that i look
just.
like.
you.
i used to beam
and glow because
you were my world
and my mother and
what on this earth
could make that
any different?
now?
now i inwardly cringe.
it is because i got
to know you.
i grew up and
opened my eyes.
i know i have
an addictive personality.
look at how obsessed
i am with
everything.
i see how genetic it can be.
the reason i
hate
being told i
look just like you
is this:
you are an addict.
you have an addiction
to alcohol.
and so far,
it has fucked me up
pretty bad.
it's not just that i
hate being told i
look like you,
it's that i
hate
being like you
at all.
who wants to
be compared with
an addict?
who wants to
be told that they
are just like the person
who has caused them the most pain?
not me.
but the worst part is
that it's more than just
being told by people.
the worst part is seeing
the same
little
itty bitty
details
in myself as
i see in you.
it scares me.
no,
it terrifies me.
i am so unbelievably worried
that i will end up
just like you.
an addict.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
