Temper Tantrum

The little girl had nothing to do,
She was in safe confinement,
In the special room created for her,
Because she was a troublesome girl,
Fighting violently,bashing her head,
Against the wall,
Biting and kicking anyone within her sight,
For anything so trivial,
When , even her small requests were turned down,
By someone she trusted the most,

This was the way her they treated her,
For a girl aged four,she was so frail,
She was so tired even to cry,
Drained of all her energy and charm.

After being detained an hour or so,
They would grant her the much awaited freedom,
Which she priced above all her longings.

Episodes occurring as a train,
She became so pale and frail.

Growing up, she pardoned them,
For treating her the way they did,
Because they were her parents and,
She now knew the cause and remedy and,
Nothing was more effective than safe confinement,
For the disorder called "temper tantrum".

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