Cold air still refreshing, I walk to the car
That (is supposed to) take me “home.”
I’m immediately assaulted by smoke
And lies and empty promises.
I am not allowed to show anger, or rebellion, or
any differing opinion from what they think.
Because that is not right, judgmental, unholy.
I am supposed to like the very person that curses me.
I am accused to flittering about with that filth.
I am trapped in the very place I should be happy and safe in.
But I am neither happy nor safe.
“Pride,” and “dignity,”
These are things that that poison
(Supposedly) has.
I am not allowed to dislike he who
Traps me, curses me,
And chokes me down with his uncouth antics and horrible lies.
“I’ll do it later. Promise.”
“I will go soon, honest.”
And she lets him get away with it.
Because family overlooks everything.
Family takes you in and
protects you from recovery – sorry, hatred and lies.
Family will let you destroy yourself from the inside out.
No, family will help you do it.
“Pride and dignity?”
Please, he needs to lose some if he’s ever to actually gain anything.
Am I the only who isn’t held down and gagged by family ties?
His voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
His odor is a whole new kind of pollution.
He has not contributed a **** thing to this house
Let alone this “family,”
Let alone this world.
I can’t take this.
I can’t.
I cannot keep pretending like this is okay. Because it’s not.
I am sick and tired of being trapped and accused and
Looked down upon.

What a start to a “break.”
****.