Evolution of An Enfant Terrible
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Don't point your finger
and indict me as a spoilt child.
You made me this way; you built me
with your blueprint.
I've seen you mistreat people around you.
You've spewed poisonous bile
in my presence so many times,
and I learned to do the same.
I've watched you batter and bruise mother,
now I've learned to abuse the opposite sex
You've raised the rod against me,
now I've learned to be abusive.
You never gave me much encouragement,
or reassurance when I needed it;
I never received atta-boys I deserved,
now I wallow in pessimism.
I've tried and tried to please you, to no avail.
You've never exercised or taught acceptance,
and I grew up to be cold and distant.
I'm a copycat. I learned from the best.
So it's funny you think I'm a disappointment
to you, I suggest you take a close look
in the mirror, Dad, and you'll see
your reflection. We are one and the same.
Note: This is pure fiction, written from the perspective of a maladjusted teen.
Date written: 03/14/2021
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2021
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