Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
(tw; family dysfunction)

Who am I?

I like to think that, in every punch,
Every curse,
Every outburst of rage,
There is a little bit of my father.

In every burst of anxiety,
Every obsessive drive for perfection,
Every rejection of genuine emotion,
There is a little bit of my mother.

In every spiteful comment,
In every grudge held too long,
In every egotistical  thought,
There is a little bit of my stepfather.

And even if we are not together,
Fated from the beginning to tear one another to pieces,
We are still one big ******* happy family.
Venn
Written by
Venn  20/Non-binary/Vermont
(20/Non-binary/Vermont)   
1.2k
   Sam
Please log in to view and add comments on poems