You're so perfect you have no flaws
You're right in everything.
The blame's on me and I'm sinsoaked
Contrite I am and you're the king.
You're so perfect that you cannot see
The silent tears that pierce the night
The truth that lies beneath dead eyes
What's hidden in my false delight.
You denounce your faults as you finger
Always accusingly points to me
I'm a lowly serf why bother asking
If my demons are chained or free.
Reality will one day sting
When you wake up from your trance
The firm belief in your mirror will shatter
You'll be distraught in every glance.
So in your deadlocks don't be the fool
To pass your rage to your beloved
Perhaps in angush they'll runaway
Leaving you heartbroken and discouraged.
For once palliate that callous heart
This I implore you to just hear
A lonely advice from a suffering soul
For I love you so, Father dear.
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~Okay, so that was formed out of my own frustations with my own dad. I am so misunderstood. What do you guys think? Your own interpretations of the poem? It's not much cause I made this one real quick. Hahaha, hope you enjoyed it.
PS. Please don't mind my grammar mistakes. Sorry. Too lazy to correct it.
