Who Are You In Your Family

I am the necessity overlooked. I am the dependable headache. I am the lonely comforter. I am the imploding empath. I am the middle child, the mid term in life, the midst of learning and applying. I am the only boy. I was forced to be the only man I could trust. I was the excuse needed to not let a father be great. I was thinking I am the healer but I’m just the hurt and my value grows when I love someone new. I am the incomplete. I am the gap that needs to fill the shoes. I am the man. I am the house. I am the man of the house. I am the poet. I am the punk. I am the weakest. I am the nobody everyone used to validate that they’re somebody. I am the preacher. I am the heathen. I am the protestor for peace. I am the man, I am the man, I’m am not man enough, Is the look in the men’s eye that are in my family. I am the man that routed for me and hated me at the same time. I want juice to be his own king. King.