most people can exist like
a rubber ball;
floating, bobbing around in the water,
unaffected, intact.

i exist like
a paper boat;
floating fraily,
until I wither and sink.

shattered glass
and empty pill
bottles are
scattered cross
the floor, blood
stains and the
realization that
he’s never going
to come back
for more, an
angel in disguise
as peach puke
skies litter her
crossweb veins,
sadness drapes
her eyes shut
as home becomes
a shallow grave

The one who I long to be,
Is not anyone else,
Truthfully, it is simply me.

A younger me,
A blissful me,
A lost me.

A different person, a different time.
I have grown into a new shape,
Constructed by those around me.

All I want is to go back to my roots.
To feel as free as I used to be.
Simply, I just want to be me.

Oh how I wish, I could have chose another
Nights like these,
are the times you act like a disease
First, you make me sick like an anemic
and around you, all I feel is fatigue
Tired of the endless days,
Where I have to stay
and console away
because you two cannot act like parents.
It is apparent that after twenty-five years
the tears running down my face are still the same.
Just like the shame I have,
when you two can't behave