I don't know what to call You.
"Father," which should denote familiarity,
seems a foreign word to me.

"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
"Respect your elders!"
How about respect my boundaries
Respect your place
Mind your business
Stop cyber stalking me, Ryan
Before I figure out where you are and smack you in the face

I am wilted. I am weary.
I am weathered. I am worn.
I am stuffed with seeping sadness, and stewed in sticky, seething scorn.

I am deflated. Thoughts debunked.
And I am drowned in desperate dread.  
When I soak my roots in water, I find it dries them out instead.

I am wilted. I am weary.
I am wilted. I am worn.

To be loved is not a virtue
To be hated is not a sin

Without any hesitation,
and zero regard for humanity,
he’ll take your innocence,
lace it with profanity,
and cut out rails with your morality.






                                          My knife to his throat,
                                                     I plead insanity.