Empty Pockets Full of Change

My Father's a Troll

I never could remember much about

My childhood with you,

So all you were was a product of the

Stories told about you.

That makes you a drunk

Narcissists, That it's incapable

Of being a parent.

And now you are a troll living under

The 10Th street bridge, afraid

To cross it because you can't

Pay the toll of seeing the successful

Family you left behind,

So you camouflage yourself in pity,

And shelter yourself in shame.