Cookies

I baked cookies today

Warm, chewy,
gooey cookies.

The ones that were made with my own
hands

While you sit, watching a
movie

I read the instructions
carefully

Knowing I can't mess up on this
one

This batch has got to be
perfect

And I can't quit until I'm
done

So I dump in the cookie
mix

And add some chocolate chips

To
make it sweet and yummy

So you would lick your
lips

And while I mix this batch of
cookies

I hear screaming and
yelling

But my music drowns it out

So I just keep on smiling

You
come to try to help me out

By telling me what to
do

But I get frustrated and
angry

This feeling isn't anything
new

So you slowly walk
away

Disappointed and sad

Because
I have my own way of doing things

Thanks anyway,
dad

Your disappointment hurt
more

Than all the pain in the
world

Combined together

It makes me
want to hurl

But I can't go
back

And I can't give up

These
cookies have to be the best

And I whimper like a
scolded pup

The cookies are
ready

They're finally done

But why
are they salty?

Hell has begun