You will never fit MY mold

You will never fit MY mold
Every time.
Every time I look at you I feel disgust, pain.
I want to hold you and yet my heart remains the same.
Day in and day out I pray for you.
But I know you will never be the same.
Never be the same.
You will never smile with the same love in your eyes.
You will never breathe with the same joy.
You will never fit MY mold; you are not good enough.
I am beyond you.
I'm not into pain any longer; I won't handle your shit.
I don't want perfection, I want satisfaction:
Satisfaction that you are in pain.
Satisfaction that you are in shame.
Satisfaction that you have it bad.
That your life sucks beyond repair.

I'll meet you in hell.
On that day I will have my satisfaction.