Scattered Thoughts From a Scattered Mind

Family Secrets

It was then I realized,
We were our parents too,
Drinking cheap wine and dancing with a stranger at a broken down pub until two
We heard them say they were sorry,
We pretended to believe their lies
But then we learned that they were never lies,
but merely begging cries
For when they wore those cardboard shoes,
And dresses, paper thin
Only we could see,
Only we could find,
The monster deep within
A drink for the laugh,
A smash for the tear,
Can you hear us now, mother dear?
For a while I sit, in this house so cold,
The story had gotten rather old
When we pray for tomorrow,
When we turn out the light,
All the monsters waiting for us,
Will give us a fateful night