I'M Fine, Thanks. Poem by Sabrina ...

I refuse to bow down and honor this dictatorship that demands a plastered face!
I am not in such desperate need of being bestowed your approval.
My face- though is downcast, atleast reflects a feeling... Your's just haunts the captives of your kingdom
It is as though their happiness you are stealing, jelousy driving you to insanity.
The offspring at your bossom already despise you, undettered by their youth.
They seeth and they foam as your toxic milk festers on their tounges.
They rely on you, though desprately clawing to be released from your grasp. I, however can stand just fine on my own. I don't need your skewed support, or ranting remarks.
I don't need your tainted tyranny.
I'm fine, thanks.