Mindless Accusation

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