You expect me to
become as cruel as yourself
Through your selfish needs and wants.
That will haunt you toward this day.
Betray by society itself.
You rebel with a narrow mentality.
But in actuality, you are but a blood thirsty leech.
Who wouldn’t even have the capacity to beseech with
consideration.
Frustration ignites my fumes consisting aggression for thou
presence.
Constantly questioning every aspect within the house as if
you own it.
Have you ever heard the metaphor?
Don’t shit where you eat?
Of course not.
You barely graduated high school with that level of
intelligence.
Hence making you a mere pawn.
Spawn by stupidity.
Typically pleasuring yourself by conversing via webcam.
Spamming every technological device with viruses.
In order to compensate your wants but not needs.
Your level of conversation never exceeds the use of immature
morality.
Unwilling to change for the sake of your children.
Honestly, you can never finish any objective you begin.
Might I suggest going back to College?
Oh wait, you registered for classes your first year.
And never even bothered to show up.
Was it fear of actually becoming an intelligent human being?
Or the amount of commitment for this journey.
Just like your children.
You aren’t even obligated to them.
How long has it been?
When you actually spent time to ask what they’ve learned in
school today?
Without condemning yourself into chat rooms.
Assuming you had higher authority in class.
Passing out drunken verses of Karaoke.
While secretly smoking weed in a bong.
Like a cradled crack head begging for more of the devil’s
burnt vapor.
Being a hater of success.
You suppress everyone into a cycle of abuse.
While using everyone toward your advantage.
You manage to manipulate my sister in this conception of
being a dedicated father.
Farther down the line, she attempts to escape this chain of
humility.
In reality, you use the kids as an excuse for the abuse you
endure.
Sure its for the future of living as typical normal Asian
family.
You continuously undergo agony for feeling lonely in bed
without him.
Limbs covered with marks of bruises, scars, and black eyes.
Why would you enjoy the pain for this false love?
Being shoved into the painted white walls.
Towards the point of having your son being slapped across
his face.
For the sake of not taking his cough medicine.
Even though he was screaming in vain for his pain.
Can you explain thou sense of morality of hitting a child is
acceptable?
How incredible naive you must be in this forsaken world.
Who prefers to establish an unstable relationship with him.
Swimming into the pool of misery
Like zebras sipping in a crocodile infested lake.
Wake the fuck up from this corrupted status.
Quit being an actress
Disguising your sense of reality with this insecure man.
Why can’t you understand and glance
At the fearful sight your children are perceived.
While he sits there not giving a damn about everyone else.
I’m done caring for this disgusting drama you call love
creating.
Go ahead and carry on the tolerance of his sprite.
What right do I have to disturb your loving family values
you acknowledge so much.
I honestly hope he ends in crutches by my fists.
Knowing how risky my reaction will snap
With wrath for his actions.
Amuse me please.
By pleasing yourself more with his given satisfaction to be.
Since he will forever be your only affectionate option.
