Lament of a bad daughter [I Love to Write Poetry]

As much as I wished to be unlike you,

With our thoughts at odds, and disparate views,

Yet when they say, "A superwoman, see?"

I have seen your resolve, mirrored in me.

Now, with you gone, I swallow my conceit,

I mourn my loss, alone, in sullen defeat.

Pain comes in shockwaves, makes my innards wilt,

And not before long, grief turns to guilt.

Those sealed envelopes, that I'd left in disdain,

Mocks me tonight, and drowns me in shame.

For I have burnt more bridges than I could ever build

And yet all the filial love that my heart concealed,

Falls in drops, breaching my steely subterfuge,

When in letters, signed 'Papa', I seek my last refuge.