I am not him
But I am him
In the little things that I do
The words I say
And the way I speak them
The smile in my 1st grade picture
Looks just like his
I am not him
But I can’t convince you
When I let the anger build and build
Until it erupts in a flow of
Clenched fists and sharp words
I am him
When I slam doors and break glasses
When I scream profanities and flash my middle finger
I am not him
But I’ve got no way to prove it