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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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