the hands that once orchestrated the very fabrication of my being 


are now the ones slowly ripping it to shreds


an overbearing menace in my life that never fails to haunt me:


the fear that one day I will turn out to be exactly like you.


you, the one who made me reevaluate what it means to have a family


the one who makes me want to search the other side of the world for a place to call home.


This poem is about: 
My family


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