The thing about being dysfunctional
is it's not just the big things
that make you want to scream.
It's not just the time my brother tried to kill himself
or when we spent Father's Day in a hotel
because we didn't want to be around Dad
during his latest episode.
sometimes it's the tiny things
waking up to yelling
the passive aggressive remarks
that rub you in a place
long since rubbed raw
and sore.
Delicate to the slightest touch
that brings it all rushing back.
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The Bitter Truth of Growing Up
PoetryA series of poetry written by me for personal expression as opposed to creating work to show others, but I thought I'd share it online so maybe someone will enjoy it. The cover is made with the wattpad cover app. Feel free to contact me!
