Standards Too Steep

Is it just me, or are you a hypocrite?

I mean, you SAY you love me —

And yet support me not.

You hold me to some sort of standard,

Some temporal disposition of trust and guidance and LOVE.

As if you’ve never been mistaken or made a mistake

Or laughed when YOU SHOULD HAVE CRIED.

I am not the person you dreamed me to be yes.

I am NOT the poster model for your ideals.

When I tread in the mud — WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU THEN?

WHERE ARE YOU NOW? Still in the back trying to claim the lead.

ASK ME AGAIN — about the truth. OR RATHER CALL ME A LIAR ONCE MORE.

TO MY FACE.

Not behind FROM BEHIND A WALL.

SCREAMING ABOUT DOORS YOU

CLUMSILY LEFT AJAR.

ONES, where when the flies, and gnats, and mosquitos

wander in. YOU RUN TO ME, like a spoiled child.

I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!!!!

I say.

Then you begin to curse the world.

But you say you loved me. Please.

I’ve heard it all before.

DON’T CALL ON ME!

I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!

I will no longer be witness to the dumbing down

of MY WORDS, IN FEAR OF YOU dumping

YOUR SHIT ALL on me. Vicariousness so ravenous —

you only hunger for me when you have a sweet-tooth.

FINE, BE THAT GLUTTON AT YOUR LEISURE.

WITHOUT ME.

Live your life. Without being a tick in mine.

— Inspired by MNDA’s Human Nature & Erykah Badu’s Tyrone