I am a beast,
atleast, that's what my mother tells me,
to stalk and ambush prey,
My father is strong,
he captures and hunts with ease,
yet however hard I try,
it's him I can't please.
My brothers and sister,
so quick on their feet,
My mother is proud,
expectations that I could never meet.
My hearing ain't sharp,my canines too short,
my excuses, to which my parents call fool,
I can't help but agree,
a bad blacksmith always blames his tool.
Yet, they don't see,
I truly have been dealt a bad hand,
I sometimes pray,
to run away from this wretched land.
The time had arrived,
for me to prove my worth,
Oh, great heavens,
I curse this birth.
My father guides,
to choose prey, to set my eye,
Its a tough tough world,
the prey or I to die.
I chase,
as fast as I can,
to catch my prey,
I have no backup plan.
Yet I stumble,
on my face, I fall,
my prey informing his kin,
about my call.
I can feel my parents disappointment,
my sibling, berate and hiss,
Oh dear god,
how could I ever miss.
My face bloodied,
I can hear their sighs,
I'm filled with shame,
I can't meet their eyes.
My streak abandons me,
I can't even protest,
however, I beg and cry,
survival of the fittest.
So, I'm alone,
with no one to call my own,
my family doesn't know,
to shreds, my heart, they've torn.
I'm a tiger,
who has lost his stripes,
I'm a tiger,
whose tears no one wipes
