Ashes

How could you let this happen? Honestly, how is it possible to screw something up so drastically I always thought i wasn't a very creative person. But i was completely wrong. I just failed to acknowledge it. The fact that who I thought you all to be, people to be looked up to? It was all some absurd illusory. Sometimes it really baffles me- the amount of naivety squished into my skull. How could you do this? Do you care so little for me? Everything and everyone I loved so dearly in my childhood is incurably dead and gone. I don't know you imposters You are not the family I remember My happiness only exists in the remnants of ashes of that old life. And every single one of you either holds the gasoline or a match in your hands. @ 4:01 p.m.