In a broken truth

Father

My family was never prefect, but who's is.
I never pick the hand I was giving,
It just happened just like how my father would get skipped ever time he
Was supposed to step in.

Or how I had to draw a new card
That would never Mach up to yours
In any way.

Or when people told me to pick up
Cards to forget about the abandonment,
Which made me become this
Volleyball player.

My mother always got the plus two cards
Maybe because she always had
To be two people.

And maybe the plus four cards
Was all the people that are fathers
To me but not by blood.

And I'm not going to lie
Sometimes I really want to pull out
my swap hands card,
but then I realize
My hands not that
Bad

And then after it's all said and done
I want my cards back.

Because even though these players
Are not the best, they are the people I will play with until

The game is finally over....