who, who, who are you? cries my
mother, shutting her eyes so she won't
have to look upon this blasphemy.
i smile wearily at her, my darkened eyes
bitter and mocking.

me, i am only
exactly who you made me.
i tell her,
my voice so close to cracking but i
hold it together. just so
i can be the stronger one, so i
don't have to be like her.