push everyone away
because you're good at that
your mother, father, brother and sister
don't let them get attached to you
let them hate you
let them think of a monster
when your name is spoken
let them do so
for when you die
the idea of your demise
will be a celebration
not only for you but for them too
YOU ARE READING
i, you, & them
Poetryan anthology of poems poured from daily thoughts of just i, you, & them. heed the tags.
