they raised me with the mindset
that family means trust
late night chats
starry-night memories
that secrets are shared
not kept.
you lie to the family
it will come back around,
grabbing you by the collar
and tossing you out of the place
you once called home.
yet though their conniving mouths
spoke pessimistic words,
I still believed in the fairy tale
known as "good intentions".
this is the explanation as to why
I coerced myself into believing
things were not as they looked.
these feelings soon etiolated.
I could soon feel their eyes
looking upon me as though saying
"you know nothing,
family outcast,
your life is a lie,
accident".
so I give you this advice:
make sure to leave no child
out of your scheme
it'll lead to
lie-deep scars
loveless hugs
and broken homes.
c.d.
a/n: wow I have mixed feelings about this one. it was inspired by an extremely long and extremely personal story.
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PoesíaA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
