Poetic Whispers

My fault

Maybe it's my fault

The reason you always fight

Maybe you can't stand each other because of me

If I'm nicer will you stay together?

Will you stop screaming at each other?

If I get a boyfriend

And act the part of a perfect straight daughter

Will it ease the tensions in our house?

What can I do to fix this broken home?

On one side the devil whispers it's all my fault that you can't stand to be in the same room

On the other angels reason that your toxic relations aren't because of me

And when the papers are signed

Where do I go?

With the mother who tells me how much of a screw up I am and hates me?

Or the father who thinks he loves me

But is the most homophobic asshole in the world?

You keep pretending you love each other

But every single day you find an excuse to fight and leave

Then again it's usually over me

So I guess it's all my fault