None of those things
Matter to me
Anymore.
They are like
Music to my deaf ears.
I maybe ,
Am pretending to ignore
Cuz they unknowingly
Affect me .
I turn on the idiot box
Higher ,
So I can't hear
Them shouting and bickering.
I want to block them out.
Well ,
Looks like I asked
For something impossible.
It is ,
Harder to ignore
Since they're the reason
I'm born.
I pretend to think
None of their profanities
Matter.
Well ,
Looks like I'm wrong
Since my cheeks are wet
From hot tears streaming
Down my face.
I shake my head
And turn on the shitty
Idiot box higher
Until their voices are
Nothing but muffled sighs
And cries.
Spend nights and days ,
Repeating the act ,
Pretending ,
Ignoring.
Repeating the same
Over and over.
Seems like this is how it is
Going to be.
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