Pity the gruel

My dads a grocery store overachiever

But I’m no one to judge a consumption based self esteem

It’s just harder than it seems,

Keeping up kitchen appearances as a sad story waiting to happen

When I see the holy way she looks down at me and my plate full of nothing 

From a bowl of oil and a side of peas

Inside I scream

And stare back and say, like what you see?