I am my father

Not metaphorically though

I carved myself from a block of Alder

I am my own Gepetto



I am the prince of my kingdom

This entire homeland of the unsteady

Where I can be proud I am from

Set to inherit all that I have already



This hurts me more than it does you.



****  my faults, I run into the forgiving arms

of the long-lost ego, the prodigal id

So, you can spare me your false alarms

I’ve known nothing else since I was a kid



I’ll put myself in a home when I reach old age

I hope to relive my youth through my own life

I don’t want to see me make the same mistakes I made

I’m sharpening a knife with a knife



I have handed down to myself all I have learned

I’ve worked for all my respect I’ve earned

This hurts me more than it does you.



The hardest ways, are the ways I’ve learned

I played with fire and I got burned

This hurts me more than it does you.



I’ve seen your world and I know it turned

I have the things you should have yearned

This hurts me more than it does you.



I am an amazing thing that you just spurned

I waited and waited and you never returned

This hurts me more than it does you.



I am aware of things you never discerned

Tell me why you aren’t concerned

This hurts me more than it does you.



…And that’s what makes me better than you.