You're yelling with
hands on hips
stern eyes
glaring down at
me.
you mean business
how dare I do this.
This terrible thing
that completely offends you,
tears you apart inside
till you're forced to tell me of
you disappointment
how dare I not
do my laundry.
how dare I not
finish cleaning my room.
how dare I not
please your every demand.
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