This oddity so rare, and unaccustomed to me
My 'family' is one of hate.
Of disrespect and fist fights.
Broken and filled to the brim in grudges.
When we all have opinions, no one budges.
Such a normality to hear rinsing of knuckles after a fired conversation.
Is this family?
Can growing up with this be childhood?
Maybe this is why I feel much older than I am.
Feeling much more than my years.
Raised in a fired household,
A home up in blaze.
No one in this family even seems phased,
....
But I, I am.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
This oddity so rare, and unaccustomed to me
My 'family' is one of hate.
Of disrespect and fist fights.
Broken and filled to the brim in grudges.
When we all have opinions, no one budges.
Such a normality to hear rinsing of knuckles after a fired conversation.
Is this family?
Can growing up with this be childhood?
Maybe this is why I feel much older than I am.
Feeling much more than my years.
Raised in a fired household,
A home up in blaze.
No one in this family even seems phased,
....
But I, I am.
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