To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

I Don't Like Conflict

I've tried to say sorry

For all that I've done

I've been a bad angel

And I should be gone

I didn't want to become

A killer, I just want things

Back to normal, I want

To be peaceful for once.

Hello Dean...Sam.

I'm already awake now

I'm walking and talking...

But first, pull my finger.

It's funny, isn't it?

But you didn't laugh at all.

Maybe I didn't do it right.

Sam, Dean, please...

Listen to me, I'm trying

To tell you apologies,

And about the bees

I followed one today

I saw the route of flowers

It was a very fruitful day—

Sorry...do you want to

Play the board game?

Let's play and I can tell

You all about what you

Want...wait, I just realised

You should go back to start.

You didn't have to throw

The game to the floor, Dean.

I know that I was winning.

Are you angry? Why are you angry?

Dean, why do you have to

Shout? What have I done?

Did I harm Sam again?

Why is everyone frantic?

No no no, all the yelling,

All the fighting, this chaos,

It's making me confused...

Stop, please stop it!

This is too much for me

Please don't fight

Or I might have to leave

I don't like conflict...