Brother is addicted to fairytales
In his head
Mother won't stop reading the words she claims can save us all
Father is addicted to never coming home again
Sister treats her skin like paper dolls

Maybe if brother kept in check with reality
And mother came to realize no words could save her
Father wouldn't have left in such brutality
And sister would never have the urge
To pick up the razor

Then maybe their future generations
Wouldn't have to experience
When parents claim they're "going on vacations"
To leave their children with but a glimpse
Of what this real world, real life
Taste is