You say I am of your flesh and blood,

That we are alike,

In some ways we are,

But others we are two entire different people,

You call yourself a grandfather,

That I am of your flesh and blood,

You call me your grandson,

Say I am of pure blood and soul,

Say you loved me

And treated me with kindness,

I will say you never loved me,

Treated me like a slave,

Used me for your own needs,

Burned my fiery soul,

Turned it into ice,

Tainted my heart,

Made it cold,

Stained my heart,

With your cruel punishment,

Scared my flesh,

With your cold blade,

Laughed when I fell,

Pushed me back down

When I get back up,

You never cared about me,

You don't deserve the title of

Grandfather,

I am not of your flesh and blood,

I am of my own,

You can say I am of your flesh and blood

But you would only be telling a lie,

You can not tame a soul as free as mine,

For the phoenix will burn from the ash,

And be revived,

Say I am of your flesh and blood,

And I will say I am of fire and ice…

A phoenix


just a random poem I wrote I hope you guys liked it, R&R thanks Jasmine