There was a time where I looked forward to family reunions
It was fun, no hatred in the air
We were all okay with the other's doings
But now we fight over something as trivial as a chair
We used to hug and laugh
It was so much fun to go with the flow
Now I hear them talking trash
Where did all the joy and happiness go
Laughter turned into yelling across the room
The love I felt turned into hate
In the early mornings I dread the afternoon
Desperately hoping that we might be late
So I won't have to be around them for too long
At first you'll see fake smiles
Now I have my headphones in, playing a song
To avoid all the issues that last awhile
I count down the seconds, minutes, or hours it takes
Wondering when everyone will drop the act
Soon another fight will take place
I wait as the hours slowly pass
I just want to go home and stay in my bed
I wonder why this is my reality
One main question runs in my head
Why do I have such a broken family?
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Jax's poetry
PoetryThis is just poetry I write. ⚠️TW: references to self harm, mental illnesses, manipulation, etc.⚠️