Family Tree
This is life after death, after life
Death during life
Losing time, wasting time, spending time
Time after time
So Cyndi Lauper says
I was in Kindergarten on the school bus staring out the window the first time that song played in my head
This was the birth of my introspection
I wanted someone to find me
I had looked around all the corners
I didn't know who I was missing
But I wanted it to be someone who could save me
My little legs danced up the steps to the State Hospital
To see my mother clothed in white
In the building were white walls, white floors, white sheets
Silent Screams of those who were lost and confused
Trapped in a world they didn't fit in
This scene a puzzle piece in my destruction
a fear that didn't reach its destination on time
The nightmares that I fought
Sometimes genetic terrors skip one generation
This pain that plagues me
The poisoned fruit hanging on my family tree
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