Unsatisfactory

A Poem by S.I.A

A Shakespearean sonnet about being a disappointment to your family.

The sun will rise from heaven's eyes that pain
Your darkened soul, enlightened as a whole.
You realize harm and bane that you made rain
Upon your fellows, seeking your control.
Without control at night, you fight, in spite
The promises that hold your deeds, which bleed
On your poor family who writes, despite
The stress you represent, the checks you need
In order to succeed and carry on.
They say, "This misery must disappear."
You must respond, "For I have tried for long."
Stop crying, please. Time cannot freeze; just fear
The endless ache that cannot make you fade.
Well deserved, insecure, disgraceful blade.

-S.I.A