all i’ve ever wanted

yet, something i’ve never earned

my unbelievably high expectations

just to be let down, as always,

by the bare fucking minimum

you will never own up

to your manipulative, tortuous ways

unseen, unnoticed, unpunished,

i am the child, you are the adult

no consequences for the adults,

no sympathy for “the child”

a deceptive world we live in,

it’s easy to just move on

but that won’t stop the small desire

of those flimsy words from your lips

sprouting as a diluted muppet,

i meshed into your portrait of me,

me, the guilty, you, the innocent,

people-pleasing tendencies took the stage,

shamed and accused,

the “i’m sorry” never stopped