calm and collected, anger sprouts
catch him softly in his own mistake
even old dogs forget
use it against him, only for hit to make it fit
as far as i can see
effortlessly defending myself and thinking about what id say to further make dilute his pride
finally i get what he's really on about
he thinks of us as property and tools
not that it didn't occur to me before
but i assumed he saw us as slaves
and now i really understand
he uses us just for his gain off of the backs of us
and the fact he pays for the utilities, all for himself
makes it so it's clear,
he is not one to lead
he is one to connive in this world
and he's simply using a family
as well as a dysfunctional marriage
to pull off the backs of others and live
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
