No.

I don't want to be like you. I will never be like you. Don't ever tell me to be more like you or anyone of your kind. Oh cool, you're tall, built, and strong, so is my brother and I'm not. But I don't care. You are a jerk. You lie to me all the time. I know when you lie and I just go with it.

You've lied to me just to get me to do things that hurt myself. You've promised me things if I did what you told me to, they were broken. You say things that turn me against people that have never wronged me just so you can be the good guy. You say you love me but you don't. you just want control over the situation, whatever that my be. You want control over me.

You say you're the best but you actually suck. You've beaten me down, you've almost turned me into a soldier for you. You've made me hurt myself and embarrass myself to make you look good. So I could protect you. But I'm the rogue. You can't control me.

When I defy you it's like a hurricane crashing down on a doll house. Blood drops to the floor to meet in a puddle. Images of me hunched over holding my shirt with my arms crossed and my teeth clenching from the pain of a belt to my back. At first tears fell along with blood. Now I will not shed a pitiful tear for you. The last time you ever belted me, I took my own shirt off, I stood on my feet and stuck my hands in my pockets and asked you what you were waiting for. That was the day you were scared of me. Because I was the numb one, I could take the pain. I was strong enough. Stronger than you. 

You asked me what I saw in myself and I said, a man who cares for others, who doesn't want to resort to violence, who's funny and has a nice smile even if its crooked, a man who loves and doesn't conrtol because he knows that he can't control anything so he'll just love, a man who does get scared sometimes, but one who will always listen to others and just be there for them. 

You laughed at me and walked away. If you ever asked me what I see in you, even if you were lying on your death bed. 

I'd say a coward.