Perfection

I’m supposed to be perfect, worth it, spot on, all this And you’re supposed to be inspiring Putting all these frustrations onto me Claiming due to them your perspiring Prescription bottles on counter tops expiring While I still take them As long as they can relieve the fact I’m not anything I’m just a humble mess of contradictions blown up and distressed Like the same jeans I’ve been wearing every day for six months without complaint How much can you take before you break? You’re such a child You cry because your favorite toys are broken Things you used to value have now become tokens Gratitude is no longer in your vocabulary You talk about shit that was supposed to be done last May next January You still tell stories from decades ago as though they have a meaning It’s become limited to swearing and disgusting words of hatred against your kids You’re still dirty and repulsive You’re not reckless You’re a coward You have never been worth it Now I’m stuck Trying to believe that one day everything I do will be to repay you, save you Tell you that I was wrong and you were right and I was the fool When in reality I’m not wrong Embarrassed, ashamed to be known as what I am because you’re the real disgrace You will never listen All those times you claimed I was a bad child so you’d starve me and let me watch you eat in the kitchen I was such a bad kid And now I’m a bad bitch