wanderlust

you drilled into me that children are not filial
that the young ones never did show gratitude, appreciation, love
you mention, time and again, we would grow up and forget about the bosoms that we nestled in
the giant hands that led us across streets, shoulders that we sit upon
you were on repeat, how we do not care about you
how we live our lives in obscurity, privacy and solitude
that family was nothing to us

but the real question is, it's all reverse psychology isn't it?
that you say what you say because you want us to do the opposite of what you tell us.
let me tell you something, the answer is that no matter how much you try to backtrack our behavior, it will not succeed. you played this the wrong way.
every time you tell me i don't care about you, i really do care a little less.
and one day it will all dry up and there'll be nothing left to show for it.
it's sad, it's a pity, it's a sham
but you said it, you said it more than enough to make it come true.
now, you have your wish, you got what you asked for.

why then are you still so unhappy?