The problem is not only my weight,
But also these dark circles under my eyes
It is also the ineffective retainers that I put ages ago
that did a poor job of keeping my teeth in a disciplined line
So you want me to put them again,
and go through more needless pain.
You grumble when I read too much
because it will render me blind
You say I should see TV in adult supervision
as I am too young to make a wise which-channel-to-watch decision!
You think I have (too many) white hairs
and constantly ask why I don’t camouflage them enough
You complain that maybe I should laugh and talk more
and copy my adult social sibling, who you adore
I implore and warn you yet again
End your unnecessary puerile complains
I will not be reduced on your wish and command
to status of a assembly line object, on your demand
drawing your attention,
each day trying
to talk to you,
feels like an over extended stay
of a mother-in-law at her
own son’s home.
Whether it was a hug,
or a careless shrug
The words still tumbled out.
As I stood to take a step,
Darkness swept and life drained out
I felt afraid for my life.