With the illusion of strength;
Restraining your offspring with violence
You pressured their virtue.
Now, etched in skin;
A constant reminder
Of your failure to provide:
Protection.
We were,
Made in your image;
Carbon copies.
Victims chasing perfection
Dictated by cryptic standards.
Despite it all,
This vandal remains,
Demolishing generational deficiencies.
She marches towards growth, while
Seeking solace in solitude;
The night.
