Various Poems

13. aftermath

I don't know why people like to acknowledge things so honest
Their daughter's imperfections, son's mistakes, and shameful moments
And say we're the biggest losers created in existence
I must say, I have embodied her words and from the phony critics.

They must be happy seeing their children's destroyed reputation
They know so much about us that they used it against us too
I talked to my friends differently like how I talked to the elderly
But speaking up about what's right is a crime and considered as rivalry.

'Cause everytime I think I did something bad, she nods
And everytime I think I'm a responsible child, she disagrees
I have different faces, phases, mazes, cases to showcase
But looking for the real me is the hardest thing to meet.

I always act like I should have acted, instead of sipping beer like it's a habit
I'm tired of holding these rusted bars and experiencing death sentences
I killed so many versions of me, so much blood and gore but it wasn't enough
There will be no further explanation, there will just be aftermath of a shattered reputation.