Not many people know I have a stepfather…
Her soul is married to anger
Their fingers intertwine like dreadlocks
As they drift away into the eyes of each other
They are in love and no one can stop them,
Not even the love of her children
She sits beside our beds at night,
Kisses us and says sweet dreams only to haunt us in our nightmares
We awaken to screams, but not our own-
She’s yelling again.
No communication, just stress over load
Overflowed by emotions that make her sensitive to every detail
We make a joke, she gets offended-
Woah… just kidding.
We understand, but she seems to miss it-
“Why don’t you talk to me,” she says
“Well I tried but-“
Sinking me further into a hole that’s getting harder for me to climb out of
You walk away, I shrug
At least that’s what I tell you.
I’d wish for bullets, but it’s easier to find rope,
I’d wrap it around my neck… take 3 deep breaths
For I don’t want to die,
I just want to teach her a lesson
She doesn’t listen, so this is my communication
The only way to show her how she’s affecting us
And how every time this happens, she’s losing our trust
Besides she’d only cry for a moment and melt back into old habits
How selfish of me would it be to leave my brother and sister to fight alone?
She’s letting anger take the best of her.
They married by force, but their bond is unbreakable-
She puts him before us and it’s showing,
He doesn’t make us a family, he’s making us strangers
To the point where I look at you and forget what your name is
Look at who he’s turning you into.