Your Mirror

Less talk,
more killing.
More money,
less fulfilling.

Cut the words,
cut off some limbs,
count the money,
then do it again.

This is your life dad,
cash on a platter.
Are you proud of yourself
for making it matter?

When I stand beside you,
who do you see?
Am I your mirror?
Or am I me?

How are my triumphs worse than yours?
Must I be with you on all of your chores?
I'm a beast of burden,
not a bird that soars.
And now all I hear,
is the closing of doors...