Marcus Rex

I've been watching him for my entire life

I hate the air he breathes

His foolish decrees, his words so contrived

And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside

They hang on every breath

Cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

The oracle told him to beware the Ides

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing

For untimely death or demise

Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

That the people would see me, too, as a poet

And not just the muse.

[Brutus, by the buttress]

You remind him of his brother, but this is still anypov as it is purely about the mannerisms you give off and not your gender/looks.