Nothing but a mirror image

Your shouting voice is no longer intimidating.
its now just a slight whimper.
your pounds on my door are no longer terrifying.
it has become a relaxing beat.
you storm into my room and turn down my music
but i have you tuned out.
you look me in the eyes
but i close them
and picture a relaxing beach.
but when you call me a little b*tch,
i snap out of it
and return to this hell hole
known as reality.
i can now see the hate in your eyes
and i begin to cry.
i agree with every word you say
hoping that will end this torture you call 'love'.
but suddenly
your face changes
and you act all innocent like you didn't do anything
and you were nothing but an innocent bystander.
but i know your ways.
Ive lived with them for 15 grueling years
i no longer give in and forgive you.
now its your turn to suffer.
its your turn to look into hate-filled eyes
and know its all your fault.
i told myself i would never be like you
but i guess i was wrong.
I'm exactly like you
and there's nothing i can do about it.
i just hope you're proud of me now because your little b*tch of a daughter is nothing but a mirror image of yourself.