Vivid Memories
Beautiful Scars...
Vivid memories
Of the home that I loved
It was also the house that I hated
Growing up just being a small child
Having to deal with big things
Arguments
Fights
You came right through the door
Starting shooting
Like a video game
No, more like a movie
I can remember your face
Clear as day
As if I needed to pay
Running and screaming
Hiding in my grandmas closet
Scared of you and what came along
I thought this place was sacred
Instead I wanted this house to be vacant
Looking out the window
Watched you run up the stairs
Gun in hand
Now I realize you weren't a true man
My brother a baby, biologically yours
You didn't seem to care
You never played fair
We seen what ever you showed
No cover ups
No concealing anything
What you see is what you get
We got it
Good or bad
Day after day
As depressing as it was
My home wasn't the greatest
But it was mine
I would change a few things
But then it would change time!!!
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