Happy Families
All that i remember is a hint of lies and imagination
Stories stole from mundane movies and stunted tv shows
My life blank pages written in white ink
Father and mother both drunks
one broken, one breaker.
Young tears shed for parents that thirst could never be quenched.
I am the child i am the baby but i will never be yours
You are not worthy, i will be more than you ever were
Idiot family tearing life from my body, slapped from one broken
relationship to another
You are and will always be beneath me
and i will never pity you.
I will teach myself how to love because i can.
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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