What Made Me

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Daddy, why’s mommy crying? Daddy, why’s mommy locked in her room? Daddy, where’d mommy go?

“Mommy’s feeling sad today, feeling tired today; mommy’s going away for a while.

“Don’t think about mommy, have teddy bears, toys, go see grandma, don’t think about mommy.”

I’m smiling and I’m being good and I’m not crying, so come home, mommy.

 

So this is where you’d go for weeks and months on end; it’s so clinical here, dead here.

Mom, I’m sorry I tried to follow in your footsteps, but sleeping forever seemed so comfy; now I know you like it, too.

The others here are injured like you and me, all of our heads need stitches but no one knows where to stick the needle.

Mom, look, we’re twins now! The blood on our hands is the same color.

 

“She’s gone.” Sh*t, mom, where’d you go? The police officer says you didn’t make it.

You've gotta come back, mom; I’ll work harder, I’ll smile more, I’ll live better.

I’m wearing black, mom. Dad’s crying, mom. Alex came home to see you, mom.

There are silent screams and everything’s numb and everything hurts and this must be the end.

 

Do you see what I’ve become? –growing up into a man.

I might just be a writer; watch me play my muses loud!

You built me, broke me down in the same moment

Now I’m building on my own, no restrictions, sky’s the limit, wings unfurl.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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