~Stain~

You are a blemish on our world's
false, immitating, shine.
You care not for yourself,
nor anybody else that you should.
You lie,
Much like the way in which
everybody's government lies.
You steal,
Like angry fathers, and angry
children steal the lives of others.
You abuse the right to live.
The right that your mother
gave to you; a golden gift
that you merely toss aside.
You pretend to be more
asinine than what you really are.
Silently, you crave attention by
acting out in odd, or violent manners.
You pollute our nation,
causing it to appear more
indigent than it actually is.
Our educators refuse to teach you,
(Although, they will not educate
anybody who may seek learning)
but, you will not allow yourself
to be taught what you need.
You need to grow respectful of
this life that you have been given.
Now, that you are tormented by
adolescence, you begin to grow more
rebellious against all others.
Do not disrespect your father.
Do not disrespect your mother.
They are the ones who gave you life.
Feel blessed that they have been
as kind to you as they have been.
You take that kindness and misusing it though,
stretching it, and bending it until it snaps.
Snaps like a person when they
have been pushed too far.
You have backed everybody that
you know to the very edge.
Nobody wants to fall,
and nobody will allow you to
force them to take their final leap.
Big sister, you are a stain on
the project that the world's
people have been working on so long for.
A project of unity, of curticy.
A project formed of lies. The lies that you feed on.
The lies we ingest.
Everyone's lies,
Your lies.