Price to pay.
Price to Pay.
Supposedly I am the master of my fate,
But frankly I find this “adage” out of date.
No meandering course, footpath have I taken,
Where your needs did not surpass my own, correct me if I’m mistaken.
Just wondering, where exactly do my necessities fit on the scale?
A life led only to please one and all, a definite route to fail.
Your allegedly supportive point, my direction for sheer success,
You guarantee, you claim, yet did you graduate the best?
“I hope you dance” is what you mutter,
Never a compliment short of stutter.
YOU wished your life away, each moment longing for this, a daughter,
An exchange is not an option, though you treat her as you bought her.

