Pack Lies
They say I’m one of them.
I’m part of the group,
The pack,
The gathering,
The “family”;
But I’m really not.
I’m a burden.
I’m dead weight,
Which they have to pull ashore,
Out of the water every time I’m drowning.
I do something solely for and about myself,
And they take it personally.
I’ve always thought of myself as a fighter,
But thinking about it,
Maybe that was one of my biggest and best masks.
I’m weak.
I’ve always been.
And now,
I have no home to come to.
I don’t know where I belong.
I’m alone no matter what.
I have nowhere to go,
Which maybe makes me free.
I am free to live and die by my own rules and wishes,
Wherever I go;
But another more important truth is that if I’m not by my parents rules,
I will die.
Alone,
And soon.
But I refuse to be a guest at my own house.
My belief is that I belong nowhere and no one,
The same way I don’t have anything or anyone or my own.
Copyright © Maria L. | Year Posted 2017
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