From Papa... to Father!

Papa,

Forgive me, but

When did you decide to be my ‘father’,

With your political correctness

And unending prior engagements??

Why aren’t you my hero now?

Then, won’t you listen to what

I have to say?

Keep your prejudices aside and

Look at the world that I see?

Won’t you shake your head, and

Take a step back,

And acknowledge my proud grin

As reasonable?

I may be wrong,

But you are not right, not at all,

And we both know that!

I am left dangling, uncertain;

My one self rooted, obliged

To not let you down,

The other, thrashing

Against your rules,

Yearning for the world unknown –

That beats the drum

And shouts out to me.

I might as well sit down here

And claim the threshold,

While my two minds fight,

And wait with silent dread

For the impending estrangement.

I know there isn't a lot of vocabulary in this one, but it has a lot to do with emotions. Let me know if u like it, and yes, even if u don't!!