You scare me
And stop using excuses
"He just needs to understand"
Is not an excuse for fighting with dad
Every. Single. Night.
My sister and I now have trauma.
I have had to be stronger that I am able
Just so she is safe
And knows that someone
Is there to actually keep her safe.
Do you want to know something,
Dear mother?
I made a pact with her.
We signed it in ink.
Pinky promised and cut our thumbs
So that it was a blood oath.
When I turned 18
I would go to community college
Save enough money
And get a law degree
We would work countless shifts
Both night and day
So that I could move out and take her.
Some apartment, maybe even move out of state.
Somewhere nice,
Like Canada.
She'd become a movie star.
Me, a lawyer.
And we'd never look back
Not even once.
Don't you feel bad for inspiring that?
No?
Typical.
CZYTASZ
My Random Thoughts
Poezjacompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
