Out of it

I am not here today.
I am scared.
He has his face, and
My father’s voice.
I want to decide.
Who is in and who is out?
She can not say,
I want the control.
No.
Now, who is in and who is out?
Things never stay the way they are.
Aren’t we perfect like this?

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