YOU WERE NOT THE ONE THAT WAS THERE FOR HIM
YOU WERE NOT THE ONE IN THE GARAGE EVERY SINGLE NIGHT
YOU WERE NOT THE ONE STANDING IN THE DRIVEWAY WITH OUR DOG IN YOUR ARMS WAITING FOR HIM TO COME HOME
YOU WERE NOT THE ONE IN THE PLAY ROOM BUILDING TRAIN TRACKS WITH HIM EVERY SATURDAY AND SUNDAY EVENING
YOU WERE NOT THE ONE THAT LISTENED TO HIM
YOU WERE NOT THE ONE THAT SPENT GENUINE TIME WITH HIM
YOU WERE NOT THE ONE THAT RID WITH HIM ON HIS TRIPS TO THE GAS STATION FOR CIGARETTES
YOU WERE NOT THE ONE THAT STAYED AT WORK WITH HIM
YOU ARE NOT THE ONE THAT KNOWS EVERY INCH OF THE PLACE HE WORKS AT
YOU ARE NOT THE ONE THAT KNOWS HIS FAVORITE TEAM, HIS FAVORITE COLOR, HIS FAVORITE SHIRT, HIS FAVORITE PIZZA, HIS FAVORITE BACK ROADS
WE MAY BE SIBLINGS BUT YOU DO NOT KNOW HIM AT ALL
SO WHEN YOU AND MOM TELL ME HE NEVER LOVED ME
I WANT TO TELL BOTH OF YOU
TO SHOVE IT UP YOUR FUCKING ASSES
as a child
i was continuously told
that i got my father's temper.
and i learned the hard way
that it was not from my father
but my mother.
"how do you know she abused you?"
first of all,
shut the fuck up.
second of all,
when your mother starts to sound
like the voices in your head
you know something is wrong.
and third,
kids with good parents
do not question
whether they were abused or not.
good parents
do not have to convince their kids
that they were not abused.
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