Dazed Off

mini dad

i don't need tears to get my vision blurred
let alone an eye problem

all i need is familiar scents
familiar faces
a familiar feeling

nostalgia is a chain that keeps on choking me everywhere i go

it makes my heart hurt
my eyes sting
my mind empty

i can never escape my past self

this town is a sewage of muds and spits and... fists.

they don't haunt me, i haunt them.
it's not the trauma i got that makes me crawl up in bed
it's the trauma i gave that makes me cross my arm, fidget and daze off in public

funny right? a predator looking away whenever she meets eyes with her past prey,

as if looking away swings all the things she done- gone

does she even realize?

that looking away doesn't make her less of a predator;
such a spitting image of her father.
all the things she done to repent will be nothing more than word-play
a hypocrite
we know you still talk with your fist
we know you hold back that anger
and that you now figured out how to use words to kill

your sister is your first, and most loyal customer

A/N
it scares me thinking that maybe I'll hurt them again- my beloved friends, schoolmates, especially my sister. i was a rage ball back then. We're good now tho, we talked about it, apologized, and healed. I'm doing my best to change(becomes a people pleaser😜😜😜) /j