Father's Daughter
I will never be my father
Nor do I wish to be
However, I am my father's daughter
A blood relative
While I retain some of his traits
I am still very much the person known as myself
My father is a master lycanthrope
He is of the unearthly and of humanity
His control is weak
And I loathe his sudden loss of strength
Whilst dealing with the beast
Beware this demon
As it is violent and incorrigible
Bloodthirsty and nefarious
I am weary around both the beast and the man
My words and bodily actions are carefully measured
I am forever balancing on a knife's edge
That can suddenly quake and wound me in a moment's notice
The man is but a cover for the animalistic nature dwelling within
I see past his mask, his shield
A phantom image of the animal floats around him
Like an aura of foreboding
It is true he is my own flesh and blood
Who am I to criticize his actions, his reason for being?
I offer no answer because I have none
Call it the final realization
When I was but a young child
I had nothing but admiration for the man
With the passing of years came the knowledge
That like many his temper is his downfall
Unpleasant and unwanted memories still haunt my consciousness
Of tears-filled nights, and emotional pain
Of the worst kind
I am sure beyond a doubt that my heart is forever scarred
I am my father's daughter
And I would willingly offer the position to someone else
I tire of this role all too quickly
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