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Your words, harsh and cold
Muttered in a gust of irritation 
Perhaps brought on by the bug in your stomach
A plausible reason, of course
Ain't it always the way,
The perfectionist you placed on the pedestal yourself
Now she's grown all over, breaking out of that box on the pedestal
It is a grotesque sight,
pink and plastic, dusty disgusting pink
Looking like expired candy confections, flies buzzing all around the sweet stench
You may want to turn your gaze away from this ghastly sight
And yet she hums desperately in the wind
Grasping thin air for any sort of support from your hand
The thread binding the two of you seems to have grown thinner somewhere 
Frayed ends that can never break apart
Such is the relation between parent and child
Time and time again, the same story comes and goes
Nobody learns a damn thing
And in such gloom, a child is born somewhere 
An old person dies somewhere else
I'm not the same boxed in princess, father
You refuse to see me for who I am
I understand that, but I have bent out of the box
You may find fault at random moments
You may claim to have superior ability in handling crises 
You may view me as incapable for the world
It does not matter to me, I see through your defences
And I accept you, albeit with a twinge of annoyance
Your accusations imprinted into my heart, 
my brain chooses to forget and move on

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