Catharsis
You look at me expectantly,
I speak words, you hang off them,
Expecting something I cannot give.
I know what it is you want;
I can see it, feel it, it’s in the air,
Hanging just overhead…
But I can never reach it.
You want her star to shine;
“You’re so much like your mother,”
As you look at me, your gaze is far away,
I see the memories, they are not my own.
I am younger than you all, dumber,
Less experienced… Lost… And still
You place me on this mantle.
What do you think I am?
I wish I didn’t know the answer.
How could I have fooled you all?
So completely that your eyes light up;
You think I’m this bright spark, this gem,
Your vessel to live vicariously…
I’m not- you’re wrong.
I can never be her…
Nor can I live up to her dreams.