Inherent Wrongness

Daddy pulls out my straight teeth Keeps them in a jar for me Knocks it over when I'm bad He tells me that I "must be mad"' I pick them up off of the floor Cracked in half and looking sore It must be a pathetic sight He looks at me and his face goes white Shards of glass buried in my knees And a head of hair ridden with fleas He locks me in this vapid room Says I fill him with "such gloom" Cardboard windows and socked feet My ears tune-in to a ringing beat I cannot even see my hands This gloom-filled room I cannot stand I get now, why I’m bound to this What about me would anyone miss?