Shitty Poem

Subtle whispers of what is to come
I know, I know but still I say naught
You take me aside and tell me to pray
I agree but my stomach is taut

I tried, I tried, Mama dearest
But nothing will please you, will it?
Thousands of miles, go I might
But your respect for me won't grow, will it?

All my close allies are now yours
You took over what was mine
And as I wander alone with strangers
Not a moment I have to pause and pine

With you, I go, willing or unwilling
To gain approval, to gain acceptance
But in your mind is something different
You think I go to seek penance.