The silent chill, the freezing glare
I'm disappointed in you
Fighting tears of guilty despair
Feeling the cooling of the air
I'm disappointed in you
All in the name of discipline
We let the dark clouds of gloom in
That settle around our children's heads
And haunt their sleep in their warm beds.

Memories of how a simple telling-off could terrify me as a child. My reactions then still haunt my life; I still from time to time will construct elaborate deceptions to try and avoid letting someone know I've done something wrong, which always end up in me getting into trouble, where the original 'offence' wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. I think I'm getting better at this now, finally, but it's a little too late really.
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