When I look in the mirror all I can see is your anger. I feel the same anger you feel but only towards you and I don’t understand why you gave me this. You say I remind you of yourself and that’s the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. It’s unfair the way you raised me to be better than you but as soon as the alcohol touches your lips, I’m your enemy. You talk to me as if I’m nothing until you’re sober and then I’m the best gift life could have given you. I figure with everything that you fought for, I’m only going to remain as something you paid for.. not with money, but with your life. You make me hate it here.