Like mother, like daughter
like father, like son
differences are rarely better
but the flaws are always one
Parents are inverted patterns
creating little Frankensteins-
doomed to know their tragic fate
so mockingly ahead of time
cursed to discover, always too late
wasted chances to fix past mistakes
We each take the unavoidable shape
of all that we have grown to hate
(our self fulfilling prophesy of fear-
we are to focused on what we lack
for anything else to ever be clear)
To see your future, look to the past-
your script is waiting there
the roles are already cast
if you still are not aware
It cannot be stopped once its begun
there is no escape from
the family affair