The Prideful Father

Your words are a torrent of anger,
your looks reflecting nothing but your own opinion,
You are right; everyone else is wrong.
How dare they disagree!
Even when they aren’t contradicting a single word.
How dare they disobey!
When they didn’t do a single deliberate disobedient act.
Your love is a mask,
to the real you.
Your pride,
shall be your downfall.
As your peacock feathers grow numerous,
your friends shall grow scarce.