you carry yourself
so much like the man who raised you
how can you expect me to tell the difference?
your anger shrouds you like
fog in a forest
and the fury dances in your eyes
like summer campfires
i can't tell if your pride is inspiring
or terrifying
should i be proud that you can hold your own,
or should i be afraid that you'll kill everyone?
are you angry at the world
or are you angry at yourself?
