A Collection of Heady Poetry

The Family Branch

Rashly I'm hashing the vengeance I've had since age four
Practicing Their Way, all to eat shit up from the floor
That's how it's felt anyway, life in such a sorry state
Rush to clean off dinner plates, I hardly even know to taste

I'll tell ya, nowadays hunger just leaves me in decadent moods
To grow up means to gain some peace with all the scar tissue
Mum deigned to give me many whenever she had an issue
Now ten years later, on my case, like she wants to lay a new rendition

Perfection was the goal, and now with all the damage done
How could such perfect mothering birth such an imperfect son
Math got done, in my head, while nightly shiv'ring in my bed
I've strived so hard to be respectful, now I'm just pissed off instead

My sister, too, invoking wrath, do we not both share the same past?
Clothed like a wolf amongst the flock, where did she get the nerve for that?
Fuck the whole situation I'm barely angry at 'em
I'm just mad at myself for having garnered faith that I can't fathom

Not again will I believe such simple, three-word lies
And not again will I ever trust such devils in disguise
I knew it once when I was twelve, and now that I am grown
I toll the mantra in my head; family's just a stepping stone