I think she sees him in me.
I think she sees his reflection in me when I shout and punch and throw things with anger,
When I’m impolite and threatening,
Blackmailing and burdensome,
I think she sees me as his spitting image.

I think she sees him in me and in fact I know that.
She’s said a few times that I remind her of him,
She hates it.
I hate him for the guilt tripping he does but when I’m with him there’s something I cannot let go of.
How could I hate my own father?

She sees him in me and it’s not just my impatience and temper but also my athleticism and music taste that remind her of him,
She hates it.
I think I am the spitting image of him,
I think you were right Mum.
I’m sorry.