manipulation,
setting a trap
for me to fall into.
manipulation,
twisting around words
to make me to feel bad.
manipulation,
using my demons
to push your agenda.
dad, you manipulate
like most people,
but that doesn't make it
okay.
two more months
and you have no power
over me.
you'll never learn.
you will manipulate,
the next in line,
my brother.
just like you did to
mom and me.
be strong, my child,
four years
will feel like forever.
i wonder, dad,
who will you manipulate
when you have pushed
all your blood away?
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poésiemy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
