A Daughter's gift
Is a mother's pain.
Watch her face churn
As her walls decay.

A Father's pride
Is a son's torture.
Pressured like a pot,
Expectations he can't honor.

A Child's love goes everywhere
but the shores of their parents,
Because they act like they're scientists,
And their child are the experiments.

When they don those white robes,
In a familial laboratory they roam;
Their child, their subject,
Is just a spirit seeking home.
© Myth