POETRY: "Reality" By Shanice Skyers

"Reality"
By Shanice Skyers 

You are the dissatisfied father,

I will spend the rest of my life trying to please,

but will always disappoint. 

With you, there is always lack,

never fulfillment, 

never completion,

always room for revisions,

always room improvements.

Nothing I produce,

will ever be brilliant in your eyes,

nothing will ever be worthy,

nothing will ever be acceptable. 

I feel inadequate,

I feel as if I am the child,

and you are the devil

who comes to disturb and ridicule

the peace of my safe haven,

in order to expose my faults.

I despise you,

for what you represent;

I resent you, for you seem faultless.

Oh, but slowly

I turn into you,

I become insatiable,

I become dissatisfied,

I become a member of the congregation

of the ill pleased and condescending,

I become the person,

I have grown to resent.

(c) 2013 Shanice Skyers