Fruit for Thought

Do not dare question my gratitude,
This is not a matter of spoilt behavior.
Do not dare infringe upon my rights,
This is not a subject that is debatable.

I hear your harsh, angered words,
Yet I know they aren't truly meant for me.
I see your frustrated, sad eyes,
Yet I know you aren't really looking in my direction.

Will reality ever seep in?
I wonder if you will ever see what you have become.
Will you ever save yourself?
I believe the prison you are trapped in you made yourself.

Do not dare call me the monster,
If there is any monster, it is both of us.
Do not dare blame this all on me,
If there is any blame, we are both meant to receive it.

I hear your subconscious, screaming for help.
Yet I know your conscious has blocked out the truth.
I see your unfortunate state,
Yet I know you cannot accept it in your soul.

Will our bond ever be restored?
I pray that I can look up to you how I used to.
Will you ever stop resenting me?
I swear you hate everything about who I am.

Mother, where are you?