I swore I’d never wear his face, The anger sharp, the bitter trace. Swore I’d never raise my voice, That silence would be my kinder choice. But storms don’t always crash and shout, Some brew within and trickle out. And bit by bit, the lines got blurred, Till I echoed things I once had heard. I cheated love, betrayed her trust, Like he once did, with greed and lust. Lied through teeth I used to grit— Now I’m the one who’s full of it. I see his shadow in my glare, In slamming doors and vacant stares. I used to cry when he went cold, Now I’m the one my children scold. Hands I raised to build and mend, Trembled like his in the bitter end. And though I never struck like he, The fear I sparked still haunts in me. Each shattered vow, each broken thread, Are ghosts that rattle in my head. I swore I'd be a better man— But failed the blueprint I once planned. But I am not him—this ends with me. I’ve tasted shame, I’ve begged to be free. With every scar and every tear, I fight the man I once held dear. I choose the truth, not cheap disguise, To own my wrongs and make things right. I hold my children, not my pride— And walk a road he never tried.