Similarities
I was told I had my father's eyes
That had once made me so very happy
To know that I looked just like him
With the same green hues and lips
Brown hair that waved down our skulls and curled at the end
I was told I act like him
And that had once made me so joyous
But nowadays I've began to hate it
For while I love my father
I want to be nothing like him
This poem is about:
Me