Mother

*I'm doomed to th spitting image of you,*
*and the opposing of truth,*
*my hair, my eyes,*
*bound to your lies,*
*just look in the mirror to see,*
*the exact opposite of who I don't want to be,*
*even now, the mirror cracked,*
*still proves our relation as a fact,*
*and the image of you,*
*is the picture of me,*
*your hateful eyes are all I see,*
*your daughter looking at me,*
*the person I refuse to be.*