Bet you didn’t know
That everything is heard
Through the bathroom vent
While you and her are arguing over your little girl.
Its not true,
What you are yelling in her face
Thinking she’ll never be
Better than average.
Not worthy to carry on your
And why?, she asks you
Because she wants a stable life.
Did she hear that right?
She's sorry she can't be a cookie cutter daughter
Your dough must have spoiled
After your first two gingerbread creations.
So you continue on,
“I just don’t understand what was going through her head!”
Maybe that’s because your head was turned away
For so long
Your imagination lost for her
Unable to imagine she came from a different mold
So you’re embarrassed of her now,
That she's sorry for...sorry for you
Not sorry for being herself,
But isn’t that how you raised her?
At least she tries each day
And that counts for something
More than you want to fathom
All these years trying to impress you,
Listening for just one “Girl you make me proud.”
Until then she will sit in a purifying shower.
Trying to wash away your screams,
Safe where she can't see you
Looking at her again.
Safe yet she still hears you
Grumbling through the floor