A Collection Of Things I Am To Afraid To Say

July 19th, 2018

I am everything of my mother besides her infidelity.

I am her kind eyes and open heart.

I am her empathetic tears when someone is hurting.

I am her wide mind in which books fill every inch.

I am her anxiety.

I am her depression.

I am her will to hide from the existence of people because if they're not around they cannot hurt you.

I am her forgiveness for anyone who asks for it.

I am my mother's daughter.

I am nothing of my father besides his taste for beer and his last name.

I am not his laugh.

I am not his pride and joy.

I am the empty array of beer bottles in his home, which will be thrown away and forgotten.

Just like me.

And I've never liked his last name much.