Parent
All day I feel like there's a problem I cant see
It feels like it follows me everywhere I go.
My bloodline is a horrible one, filled with horrible people.
My father is a bad husband and a modest parent, there's been a drift for a while now.
I feel like he's full of it, saying what he thinks will reel me.
Telling me what I don't want to hear about life and people and me.
My mother is a horrid wife and a poor mother, she raised me as a child but after 12 it changed.
She drinks and lies and acts like I'm less of a son and more of an adult.
Using me as a marriage counselor since 10, spouting nonsense.
When I was thirteen my mother got drunk in the next town over, I was there, she tried to fight my cousin, me, and drove me and her back home at night hazed.
She told me I could stay with my sister that night and I jumped at the chance, we talked about our mom for hours.
The next day I woke up to fifty messages and twenty calls, she was cursing us as we explained the night before to her. When I went home I was cursed more, and ignored her.
In less than five minutes she made me go to the den and pulled out a drug test accusing me of being high since my sister smokes.
I passed fine, I began to curse her once I’d had enough of her.
Three years later and she still drinks, and treats me like a liar and addict at 15.
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