my mother said to me -
darling dear, you know i love you
(but) you are just a fist beating on
a wall that will just not fall, and you will
just keep beatbeatbeating.

and she was right.

my father said to me -
now kid, you know i love you
(but) you are never going to break
that wall down, because that's the
way the world was meant to be.

and he was wrong,
but i neglect to tell him that i have
punched a hole in the living room wall.
(he would not approve.)


a/n: the thing with walls is, once you break 'em down, you realize you would rather have kept them up.